Feel pretty damn good to me. [ Hellboy arches himself up into her, seeking more, wanting to make her gasp and make more of those soft noises. He shifts his hand to slide the pad of his thumb over her clit, fingers spreading over her lower belly between her hips, more keeping his hand there for her to grind against than trying to work up against her.
Even like this, it's soft and gentle between them, a long way from the frantic encounters they've had elsewhere. The bed beneath him is comfortable and there's a deep, pleasant heat building in him with each movement of her body. He lets his gaze wander indulgently over her bare skin, taking in every detail he can, from the pink whorls of her nipples to the tattoos he both does and doesn't understand, far more meaningful than the dark line of his own. Idly, he wishes he had two flesh and blood hands, so he could explore those curves as thoroughly as he wants to.
He lets his head loll back against the pillows, letting out a breath. ] So God damn beautiful. Look at you, babe.
no subject
Even like this, it's soft and gentle between them, a long way from the frantic encounters they've had elsewhere. The bed beneath him is comfortable and there's a deep, pleasant heat building in him with each movement of her body. He lets his gaze wander indulgently over her bare skin, taking in every detail he can, from the pink whorls of her nipples to the tattoos he both does and doesn't understand, far more meaningful than the dark line of his own. Idly, he wishes he had two flesh and blood hands, so he could explore those curves as thoroughly as he wants to.
He lets his head loll back against the pillows, letting out a breath. ] So God damn beautiful. Look at you, babe.