[ She isn't about to force him to make a promise to her he has no intention of keeping, nor to turn him into something he's not. That's not why they somehow fell into each other's orbit in the first place, and it's not what they're seeking from one another now.
In fact, maybe it would be better altogether if they just dispensed with talking for the rest of this — however long it lasts, whether it involves her bringing him down over her, his weight bearing her into the bed, or her pinning him down with her own strength and taking her pleasure from him no matter what. There's less of a risk of treading too closely to territory that both of them would prefer to avoid if their mouths are too occupied to betray their truest selves. ]
Good to see that I don't need to drop any further hints.
[ He's already leading it in the right direction with the removal of his shirt, and she closes more of the distance between them again, her hands moving to rest against his bared arms, touch skimming along the length of those limbs until she can make a direct and purposeful contact with his chest.
His fingertips roaming across her neck temporarily skew her focus, and she lets him tilt her chin up with a slight catch in her breath. It would be easy, all too easy, for him to close a hand around her throat, to claim his kisses from her and feel the damning flutter of her pulse against his palm, but instead she takes his hand and leads it down, over the swell of a breast and toward the apex of her thighs. ]
Feel for yourself. [ Her want is there, painting evidence against his fingertips, but she'll only let the moment pass without moving for the smallest instant before she's leading herself in to slant her mouth against his again, intent on stumbling them both together in the general direction of the closest bed. ]
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In fact, maybe it would be better altogether if they just dispensed with talking for the rest of this — however long it lasts, whether it involves her bringing him down over her, his weight bearing her into the bed, or her pinning him down with her own strength and taking her pleasure from him no matter what. There's less of a risk of treading too closely to territory that both of them would prefer to avoid if their mouths are too occupied to betray their truest selves. ]
Good to see that I don't need to drop any further hints.
[ He's already leading it in the right direction with the removal of his shirt, and she closes more of the distance between them again, her hands moving to rest against his bared arms, touch skimming along the length of those limbs until she can make a direct and purposeful contact with his chest.
His fingertips roaming across her neck temporarily skew her focus, and she lets him tilt her chin up with a slight catch in her breath. It would be easy, all too easy, for him to close a hand around her throat, to claim his kisses from her and feel the damning flutter of her pulse against his palm, but instead she takes his hand and leads it down, over the swell of a breast and toward the apex of her thighs. ]
Feel for yourself. [ Her want is there, painting evidence against his fingertips, but she'll only let the moment pass without moving for the smallest instant before she's leading herself in to slant her mouth against his again, intent on stumbling them both together in the general direction of the closest bed. ]