"It's a start," I say after a moment, before standing to kiss her, my hand still between her legs. I'm smiling, again, and it's such an odd thing for me. Even odder still that I don't question it, the contentment that goes so well with the amusement I'm used to.
I continue to work my fingers inside of her at a steady pace, the slow rhythm building as I trail kisses from her mouth along her neck and collarbone. My other hand's at her waist, up eventually to cup her breast against the smooth fabric of the new dress.
She's close, and the small gasps in my ear have me hard against her by the time she tightens around me, a few last strokes as she shudders and finally melts.
I take a step back, really all that the small space will allow, and bring my hand to my mouth again, watching her as I lick my fingers clean.
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Date: 2012-01-19 09:25 pm (UTC)I continue to work my fingers inside of her at a steady pace, the slow rhythm building as I trail kisses from her mouth along her neck and collarbone. My other hand's at her waist, up eventually to cup her breast against the smooth fabric of the new dress.
She's close, and the small gasps in my ear have me hard against her by the time she tightens around me, a few last strokes as she shudders and finally melts.
I take a step back, really all that the small space will allow, and bring my hand to my mouth again, watching her as I lick my fingers clean.