[Her encouragement is what he needs--helps him force down his own doubt and guilt and remind himself that he's only human and is allowed this. At the very least, he can do it for her. He can't possibly stop now, not with the way she's asking. The quiet pleading whisper of her voice and the way she looks at him spurs him on.
She's already spreading her legs but his hand helps her push them open, sliding down her thigh to her knee and then up again, hooking under the elastic rim of her panties. His thumb traces the raised line of her hipbone and it's soon joined by the other as he lifts himself up onto his knees a bit in order to better center himself.
When his mouth finally leaves her breasts, it's to keep moving lower, tongue tracing wet lines all the way down. He rests his cheek against her stomach momentarily as he finally breaches the front of her panties, pulling them down so that he can dip inside, exploratory, dragging a finger up the length of her opening in a not-so-subtle bid to see how wet she might be.]
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She's already spreading her legs but his hand helps her push them open, sliding down her thigh to her knee and then up again, hooking under the elastic rim of her panties. His thumb traces the raised line of her hipbone and it's soon joined by the other as he lifts himself up onto his knees a bit in order to better center himself.
When his mouth finally leaves her breasts, it's to keep moving lower, tongue tracing wet lines all the way down. He rests his cheek against her stomach momentarily as he finally breaches the front of her panties, pulling them down so that he can dip inside, exploratory, dragging a finger up the length of her opening in a not-so-subtle bid to see how wet she might be.]