[Her hand halting so soon is torture, but more importantly, further motivation to touch. To explore. To be less cautious, waiting for her permission, and far more exploratory, as he knows he can be. As he knows she must want.]
Very well. Then…
[Quite bold, indeed, is the course he decides upon. His hands abandon both her cheek and her tail, one finding itself resting upon her hip, the other snaking down—through or over or however the material might allow him—to touch, with two exploratory fingers, the wetness of her folds.
As he said, it’s only fair. And it’s just about what imagined it to be.]
no subject
Very well. Then…
[Quite bold, indeed, is the course he decides upon. His hands abandon both her cheek and her tail, one finding itself resting upon her hip, the other snaking down—through or over or however the material might allow him—to touch, with two exploratory fingers, the wetness of her folds.
As he said, it’s only fair. And it’s just about what imagined it to be.]
…here?