He was smiling as their lips met, loving her giggle and the barest brush of her knuckles against the bare skin of his front, with the movement of her hands over her own body. Will liked the way she felt beneath him, all laughter and happiness and lust. More than liked it, much more. Her lips soft under his, their kiss slow and unhurried, more interested in touching and tasting than in the fact that they had to be at some black tie event later that night. Tuxedoes and dresses could wait, this couldn't. Across the skin of her hip, his fingers blazed a trail, over her ribs, to her breast, his large hand fitting her breast neatly as he cupped her soft flesh and felt the impossible softness of the velvety skin there. In his bed, still unmade from the morning and now even more in disarray from her earlier writhing and wriggling, he wanted to be nowhere else but there, with her. On that thought, with one forearm bracing his weight above her, his free hand was able to brush two of his fingers across her cheek as he paused in the kiss, pulling momentarily from her mouth, to look down at her with adoring eyes. And, with a dip of his hips, unerringly found where to slide inside where she was hot and wet, oh so slowly.
The feel of his smile against her mouth only succeeded in making her smile more, she liked that he was happy. Will had always been happy, but she seemed to like that he was happy because of and that she was happy because of him. It made her feel full and warm just thinking about it. The party had been completely wiped from Sloane's mind, she was too focused on the feel and taste of Will. She smiled as his hand travelled the expanse between her hip and her breast, the rough skin on his hand catching the smoother skin of her body slightly, making her shiver. The thought that it was Will, kept running through her head as if she still couldn't quite believe it. That he was touching her and caressing her in ways that she'd only ever (literally) dreamed of, because she'd wanted something like this since she was 14. To lay in bed and stare into his eyes and know that he liked her and possibly even loved her. Sloane wasn't about to jump the gun on that thought though, so she pushed it from her mind as he slipped inside of her. She liked this, she didn't want to think about the past or the future, because in this moment it didn't matter. Gasping his name she flexed her fingers against his shoulder as he stretched her out and moaned slowly, her eyes fluttering closed.
Will nearly whimpered against her throat, after dropping his head, as he slowly pressed into her, only stopping when he was hilted entirely. Sloane just felt so good that he didn't think he could stand it, his hips gradually coming to rock against hers in little fractions of movement. She had gasped his name, and now he murmured hers, against her skin, before lifting his head to meet her eyes again, needing that additional connection to her. From her. "Sloane," he couldn't very well meet her eyes if she had them closed, although the look on her face was one that he wouldn't want to miss, with her lips parted and that look of pleasure painted on every line of her. Will smiled as he pressed a kiss to the line of her jaw, sliding a few inches from her, only to return again, "Sloane." This time he drew out the name, a hint of teasing in his voice before he kissed the corner of her mouth.
There always seemed to be the immense urge to force her eyes open when she was with Will, she needed to see him and make that extra bit of contact. It made everything more real and it intensified the pleasure permeating through her body. The tingly feeling of his heated body against her cooler one. Sloane smiled, something she didn't even realize that she was doing, as her name fell from Will's mouth, the way it rolled off his tongue sent a blush through her. His deep brown eyes met hers and the blush became warmer, making her a brighter pink. Biting her lip she, ran her hands down his body and let her eyes follow momentarily before flicking up to meet his gaze again. She shivered as he slowly withdrew from her, inching his way back in, she gasped quietly and willed her eyes to stay open and on Will.