[his fingers flex inside her, still moving, though the rhythm of his hand has slowed. Steadied.] A few minor transgressions, at least. [shifting against her, his erection pressing between them, he can't help a groan. Urgent, the hand on her hip pushes under the waistline of her pants, pushing them down her hips. A second later, he pulls gently out of her, damp fingers running over skin to the other hip, gripping the fabric as it resists.]
no subject
[shifting against her, his erection pressing between them, he can't help a groan. Urgent, the hand on her hip pushes under the waistline of her pants, pushing them down her hips. A second later, he pulls gently out of her, damp fingers running over skin to the other hip, gripping the fabric as it resists.]
I need to see you. All of you.