[Even more clearance to explore, though it isn’t as if he was much restrained. The thought makes his heart pump hard in his chest, a feeling so paradoxical to the laziness he otherwise experiences (nearly) everywhere else.
Where his slender finger had slipped up and through, now it slides back down where she’s parted so nicely for him, his touch feeling her out in a way that is both curious and massaging. Once more, he turns his face to bury it in the crook of her neck; and once more, his lips tickle her skin as he speaks.
Options of what to do next. Sholmes decides to slip his digit up again, languidly slow, but angled in such a way that he’s sure he glides across the bud of her clit as he does so. It must be — he can only go off of what he feels, but he’s certain.]
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Where his slender finger had slipped up and through, now it slides back down where she’s parted so nicely for him, his touch feeling her out in a way that is both curious and massaging. Once more, he turns his face to bury it in the crook of her neck; and once more, his lips tickle her skin as he speaks.
Options of what to do next. Sholmes decides to slip his digit up again, languidly slow, but angled in such a way that he’s sure he glides across the bud of her clit as he does so. It must be — he can only go off of what he feels, but he’s certain.]
You feel nearly as eager as I am.