[Yes. He should tell her to stop and pepper her face with apologetic kisses and tell her he'll finger her whenever she likes but it's just too cold for him to keep an erection.]
Don't be stupid. [Obviously, he does the opposite. He tilts his head for a kiss, making it sweet and soft despite the hunger clawing at his spine.] We're only just started.
[The hands he has on her hips coax her down a little more, rocking her hips gently against his, pulling her down onto his cock properly but not wanting to yank in case she wasn't ready yet. He can do this. He wants to do this. It's not just Annie he's trying to please with this endeavor. He wants her. He wants to push her down onto his — their — bed and make her scream his name, he wants to leave bright red hickeys on her skin, he wants to look at her and have her flush all the way down her chest just from the memory of what they've done together. He aches for her, can feel it in his nailbeds, in the space between each inhale and exhale. There is nothing he wants more than to consume her and be consumed in turn and—
He can't. She's dead. He can't even drink from her and then turn her so she'll feel the same insatiable hunger he does. All he can do is press his tongue to his gums and cling to his self control by his fingernails and pray it's going to be enough.]
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Don't be stupid. [Obviously, he does the opposite. He tilts his head for a kiss, making it sweet and soft despite the hunger clawing at his spine.] We're only just started.
[The hands he has on her hips coax her down a little more, rocking her hips gently against his, pulling her down onto his cock properly but not wanting to yank in case she wasn't ready yet. He can do this. He wants to do this. It's not just Annie he's trying to please with this endeavor. He wants her. He wants to push her down onto his — their — bed and make her scream his name, he wants to leave bright red hickeys on her skin, he wants to look at her and have her flush all the way down her chest just from the memory of what they've done together. He aches for her, can feel it in his nailbeds, in the space between each inhale and exhale. There is nothing he wants more than to consume her and be consumed in turn and—
He can't. She's dead. He can't even drink from her and then turn her so she'll feel the same insatiable hunger he does. All he can do is press his tongue to his gums and cling to his self control by his fingernails and pray it's going to be enough.]