[ "If you love something you let it go", or something of the sort, because Dante bites a groan from releasing out of his mouth when she moves, hands raising from her just a little to have her move. The ideas that Vanessa could merely crave their closeness, not wish to escalate this encounter yet, or that maybe she wanted to play with a different kind of setting, they all cross his mind, and he's ready to allow for it.
The distance she builds to change her position is short, but it's sweet how it designs just the right amount of longing in his skin - he's not even undressed yet - to crave for her before the warmth and pressure of her body move back, settled and firm and decisive and taunting. ]
Goddamn. [ Very shamelessly he lets the sharp inhale of breath be loud and clear, both hands this time coming back to under her skirt, stroking along the curve of her thighs, grin growing from impressed to appreciative as he chuckles and leans again to press his teeth against the milky column of her neck.] Yeah, that's perfect.
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The distance she builds to change her position is short, but it's sweet how it designs just the right amount of longing in his skin - he's not even undressed yet - to crave for her before the warmth and pressure of her body move back, settled and firm and decisive and taunting. ]
Goddamn. [ Very shamelessly he lets the sharp inhale of breath be loud and clear, both hands this time coming back to under her skirt, stroking along the curve of her thighs, grin growing from impressed to appreciative as he chuckles and leans again to press his teeth against the milky column of her neck.] Yeah, that's perfect.