There is a quirking of inquiry in her expression now, when he seizes that kiss from her mouth and then immediately diverts from her to kneel on the floor in front — and she can almost sense his intention moments before he performs the act itself, taking her foot in both hands and drawing it upward to remove the shoe it wears before ascending upward, along either side of the length of her leg, and her breath hitches before she feels a strange echo of it almost in her hearing but not, a twin pulse both in her chest and at the apex of her thighs.
It's him; she's attuned enough now to sense it, to know he's giving her his side for her to experience yet again, and on its own, it proves intense, the mere note of anticipation in his breast quickening her heartbeat in turn, and her breath noticeably, audibly speeds up as his fingers free her stocking from the clasps that keep it from falling down on its own, only to roll it down in excruciatingly slow increments. She has not been exposed, not truly, not even a single button on her dress undone, but she feels bared, naked in her wanting, a needthat she realizes in this moment has not abated, regardless of the form he has come to her in.
Once the silk has been slipped past her foot, she represses a shiver at the sensation of cooler air against newly exposed skin, but it's her who tugs her limb out of his hold — only to replace it with its twin for him to perform the same action, a smile toying at the curves of her mouth when her gaze lifts to his. The sensuousness of it is what leaves her trembling, heat pooling between her thighs, her own pulse echoed there with an ache she longs to satisfy, longs for him to relieve in filling her.
"I feel you," she murmurs, adjusting her seat so that she perches on the edge of the sofa, her fingers grasping for the open halves of his jacket, thumbing the lapel briefly before she coaxes it back from his shoulders. "Your heat. Your desire."
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It's him; she's attuned enough now to sense it, to know he's giving her his side for her to experience yet again, and on its own, it proves intense, the mere note of anticipation in his breast quickening her heartbeat in turn, and her breath noticeably, audibly speeds up as his fingers free her stocking from the clasps that keep it from falling down on its own, only to roll it down in excruciatingly slow increments. She has not been exposed, not truly, not even a single button on her dress undone, but she feels bared, naked in her wanting, a needthat she realizes in this moment has not abated, regardless of the form he has come to her in.
Once the silk has been slipped past her foot, she represses a shiver at the sensation of cooler air against newly exposed skin, but it's her who tugs her limb out of his hold — only to replace it with its twin for him to perform the same action, a smile toying at the curves of her mouth when her gaze lifts to his. The sensuousness of it is what leaves her trembling, heat pooling between her thighs, her own pulse echoed there with an ache she longs to satisfy, longs for him to relieve in filling her.
"I feel you," she murmurs, adjusting her seat so that she perches on the edge of the sofa, her fingers grasping for the open halves of his jacket, thumbing the lapel briefly before she coaxes it back from his shoulders. "Your heat. Your desire."