[ it's so quiet and slow between them that she almost wonders if she's actually drifted off to sleep again and might be dreaming this, that she's unconscious and the sheer presence of him next to her is just making her mind conjure up images of kissing him now, letting her curves meld to his unyielding frame and enjoying all the ways in which he's hard against her.
but when he moves her, she can't ignore the need she has to take this further, to initiate something more, and when he guides her close and closer still she decides to hitch one leg up, bringing her thigh up across his hip. it has the added benefit of pressing her even closer to what he's packing at the front of his shorts and she instinctively rolls into it, enjoying the increasingly thick length that juts against her now.
she's awake enough, beyond alert, and her impulsiveness prompts her to give his shoulder a gentle shove as she hooks herself up with a squeeze of that leg; she wants the movement to roll them together until he's on his back with her straddling him, looking down at him, her hair a muss from sleeping but her sleepy gaze shining when she bends low to reach his mouth. ] Hey, you.
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but when he moves her, she can't ignore the need she has to take this further, to initiate something more, and when he guides her close and closer still she decides to hitch one leg up, bringing her thigh up across his hip. it has the added benefit of pressing her even closer to what he's packing at the front of his shorts and she instinctively rolls into it, enjoying the increasingly thick length that juts against her now.
she's awake enough, beyond alert, and her impulsiveness prompts her to give his shoulder a gentle shove as she hooks herself up with a squeeze of that leg; she wants the movement to roll them together until he's on his back with her straddling him, looking down at him, her hair a muss from sleeping but her sleepy gaze shining when she bends low to reach his mouth. ] Hey, you.