[ He doesn't want this, doesn't want her. He must be confused, she wants to say. Confused, lost, desiring her only because she's a constant — a fixture of the safety and familiarity he must crave.
What she does instead is illogical, driven purely by instinct and the arousal pooling low in her abdomen like warm brandy: she nods vigorously and arches her spine to push the small weight of her breasts into his searching palms, whining loudly when his callouses scrape over the hard, sensitive peak of her nipples. ]
Yes. [ She breathes out, a heavy and stuttering exhale that's more reminiscent of winded encouragement than a solid statement. But the glide of her mouth toward his, plush and begging for the bite of her teeth, seems to shock her out of an ill-timed fantasy; she draws back and blinks her eyes open, dark and dazed and vainly clinging to her last thread of rationality. ] You're sure?
[ And if he confirms that he is, can she trust he's in the right state of mind to agree? ]
he would take over the world if he was smarter
What she does instead is illogical, driven purely by instinct and the arousal pooling low in her abdomen like warm brandy: she nods vigorously and arches her spine to push the small weight of her breasts into his searching palms, whining loudly when his callouses scrape over the hard, sensitive peak of her nipples. ]
Yes. [ She breathes out, a heavy and stuttering exhale that's more reminiscent of winded encouragement than a solid statement. But the glide of her mouth toward his, plush and begging for the bite of her teeth, seems to shock her out of an ill-timed fantasy; she draws back and blinks her eyes open, dark and dazed and vainly clinging to her last thread of rationality. ] You're sure?
[ And if he confirms that he is, can she trust he's in the right state of mind to agree? ]