*lets his mouth fall open and squeezes his eyes shut only briefly, but it's at least half deliberate, when he would have you know the sheer ecstasy of your every movement (slow / too slow) and his hands are too busy mapping your spine, the sensual dip and curve of your back, to be of any use*
*breathes and moves with you, a fractional increase in the force of it, and another (if he's going to go mad, it's only fair that he takes you right down with him)*
*brushes a soft, trailing kiss down your nose, over your lips, and across your cheek* *of a sudden, rolls them both so that he is atop you, settling between your legs and pressing home—and he stops, his chest heaving shallowly, a wicked smile twitching to life (my turn, gorgeous girl), though there is a question there, as well (okay?)*