"Maybe... There's no need to be totally good," he suggests with a wicked little grin. He lifts his hands to touch her face, desperate to touch but not daring to touch anywhere below the neck.
"Gods. Is that supposed to help me with my research? I can barely think of anything other than you." She is so warm and wet around him, he thinks he feels it dripping down him, but he's afraid to even focus too hard on such details. It's been so long since he's been with anyone physically that he had forgotten how erotic such tangible details can be.
She leans into his touch like he's the sun and every cell in her body is a flower reaching for his light.
"Good." Her eyes flutter and her breath catches in her chest. His mind is always moving, always chasing different ideas in different directions, but she's a greedy woman and wants all his considerable focus for herself. "Maybe it would help, maybe it wouldn't. Maybe I want a reason to do this again."
She lets her hands rest on the back of his neck. She realizes that with any motion, any new friction risking detonation, that they are trapped until he goes soft. It's her favorite prison of all, by far.
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"Gods. Is that supposed to help me with my research? I can barely think of anything other than you." She is so warm and wet around him, he thinks he feels it dripping down him, but he's afraid to even focus too hard on such details. It's been so long since he's been with anyone physically that he had forgotten how erotic such tangible details can be.
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"Good." Her eyes flutter and her breath catches in her chest. His mind is always moving, always chasing different ideas in different directions, but she's a greedy woman and wants all his considerable focus for herself. "Maybe it would help, maybe it wouldn't. Maybe I want a reason to do this again."
She lets her hands rest on the back of his neck. She realizes that with any motion, any new friction risking detonation, that they are trapped until he goes soft. It's her favorite prison of all, by far.