[The expression on his face, that smile, does things to her insides that he has no business doing and it's as he pulls out that she closes her eyes to savor that last little moment of having him inside her. There's a soft sound as he breaks that connection, a whimper of discontent as her brow furrows, but when she opens her eyes to look at him again, her eyes are full of tenderness and honesty.]
I wouldn't say no.
[A second language to ramble it, perfect.
He moves closer and she tips her chin up to allow for the nuzzling, tipping her face closer so that she can nudge him back. He's so close, pressed tighter against her now than he was while he was inside her, and she runs her hand along his side, nails dragging gently. It's a light tease, but she brushes her lips against his cheeks, simply because she can, her stomach tight with anticipation.
He still hasn't kissed her.
It will change things again, she knows it, and yet? She wants him to. To finish what they've started, even more than just the sex.]
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I wouldn't say no.
[A second language to ramble it, perfect.
He moves closer and she tips her chin up to allow for the nuzzling, tipping her face closer so that she can nudge him back. He's so close, pressed tighter against her now than he was while he was inside her, and she runs her hand along his side, nails dragging gently. It's a light tease, but she brushes her lips against his cheeks, simply because she can, her stomach tight with anticipation.
He still hasn't kissed her.
It will change things again, she knows it, and yet? She wants him to. To finish what they've started, even more than just the sex.]