[ Everything seems to fall into place so neatly, nicely even. His brain isn't doing that thing where he overthinks how this could go wrong or that she's not really into him the same way as he's into her – whatever other way that is, he honestly couldn't tell anyone if they asked – and it's good to have that freedom. Ivy holds back a sound, but he doesn't, pressing it into the way they kiss and lightly sucking her tongue as if to swallow it up again. There's a visible flush on his face too, down the back of his neck, but he doesn't want to stop. It wouldn't feel the greatest if he did, though he's thinking more about her than he is about himself.
So, it's even simpler touching her. For a second, he goes back to her nipple, lightly pinching at it as they kiss, and when he's given the other the same attention, he lightly skims his fingers down her belly. Thinking about getting his hand between her legs causes his breath to hitch, forehead pressed against her jaw as he tries to move to get the room to do it. He falls short and settles with rubbing her through her panties, very aware of that wetness and how much it serves to turn him on even more, and it's achingly slow, short strokes of his thumb as he presses in and draws back to repeat it all over again.
Maybe it wouldn't feel the same, being inside her, but there's just something extremely hot about seeing her like this out in the open that's nearly just as good. It's why he leans into the fingers in his hair, kissing at her throat as he moves his hand, and when he finally finds the room, he pushes under that damp fabric to lightly finger her, unable to keep quiet. ]
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So, it's even simpler touching her. For a second, he goes back to her nipple, lightly pinching at it as they kiss, and when he's given the other the same attention, he lightly skims his fingers down her belly. Thinking about getting his hand between her legs causes his breath to hitch, forehead pressed against her jaw as he tries to move to get the room to do it. He falls short and settles with rubbing her through her panties, very aware of that wetness and how much it serves to turn him on even more, and it's achingly slow, short strokes of his thumb as he presses in and draws back to repeat it all over again.
Maybe it wouldn't feel the same, being inside her, but there's just something extremely hot about seeing her like this out in the open that's nearly just as good. It's why he leans into the fingers in his hair, kissing at her throat as he moves his hand, and when he finally finds the room, he pushes under that damp fabric to lightly finger her, unable to keep quiet. ]