"Okay." The thrill of doing something right, even something so small, made his head spin. "Okay. I'll remember."
Why? For how long? What did he expect to happen when this was done and they both had to fall back into the roles this whole nightmare seemed to want to force them into? Questions such as those hung heavily in the back of his mind, but he pushed them away, purposefully forgot about them, and gently but purposefully massaged over her, feeling out where the cotton was thinner, warm, and he swallowed hard against a groan.
Soft. Hot. He'd never really been with a woman before her. Not like this, or in any way that mattered. The tips of his fingers shook slightly, though that didn't slow him nor discouraged him: he used his fingers to spread the fabric, and her, before pushing it aside so he could feel her properly. It was different than touching her with his lips and tongue; he'd been restrained then, helpless to do anything other than what she asked of him, but now he was able to chase the slickness down to where her body dipped inward. He was careful, almost reverent, stroking from her clit and all the way down before he dared put a finger to her.
He knew the ins and outs of it. He'd read things. Watched things.
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Date: 2018-07-19 02:00 am (UTC)Why? For how long? What did he expect to happen when this was done and they both had to fall back into the roles this whole nightmare seemed to want to force them into? Questions such as those hung heavily in the back of his mind, but he pushed them away, purposefully forgot about them, and gently but purposefully massaged over her, feeling out where the cotton was thinner, warm, and he swallowed hard against a groan.
Soft. Hot. He'd never really been with a woman before her. Not like this, or in any way that mattered. The tips of his fingers shook slightly, though that didn't slow him nor discouraged him: he used his fingers to spread the fabric, and her, before pushing it aside so he could feel her properly. It was different than touching her with his lips and tongue; he'd been restrained then, helpless to do anything other than what she asked of him, but now he was able to chase the slickness down to where her body dipped inward. He was careful, almost reverent, stroking from her clit and all the way down before he dared put a finger to her.
He knew the ins and outs of it. He'd read things. Watched things.
Nothing compared.