[The sound he makes when her lips part for him is almost a growl, something dark and possessive and he slips inside her, hungry and hot, tongue stroking, tasting. Claiming. He's behaved himself for so long but his mind... his mind has wandered pretty far during those long, lonely nights and there's a great deal he wants to make up for. The stroke of her tongue against his is fire and he shudders and answers with the drag of his own.
She doesn't have the strength to push him over and he should probably resist her urging. He's aware of it, of needing to have some kind of brakes available with this, to not let them go too far. He's supposed to protect her, even from himself. But its far too easy to agree with what she wants, to let himself tip back and if the pillows keep him from being completely flat on his back, it does recline him. His arm at her waist shifts, drags that hand, firm and slow up her back to rest between her shoulder blades, pushing her down into him, fingers pressing between fabric and skin. His hand in her hair moves but he has no idea about fancy hair styles, doesn't want to pull her hair and hurt her. His mouth breaks away from hers for just an instant, long enough to pant:]
Hair. Let it down.
[Before he's right back to her mouth and drowning himself in it again.]
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She doesn't have the strength to push him over and he should probably resist her urging. He's aware of it, of needing to have some kind of brakes available with this, to not let them go too far. He's supposed to protect her, even from himself. But its far too easy to agree with what she wants, to let himself tip back and if the pillows keep him from being completely flat on his back, it does recline him. His arm at her waist shifts, drags that hand, firm and slow up her back to rest between her shoulder blades, pushing her down into him, fingers pressing between fabric and skin. His hand in her hair moves but he has no idea about fancy hair styles, doesn't want to pull her hair and hurt her. His mouth breaks away from hers for just an instant, long enough to pant:]
Hair. Let it down.
[Before he's right back to her mouth and drowning himself in it again.]