[He shifts even closer to her to shorten the distance between them having to relinquish their hand holding from beneath the covers just so he can steady himself a bit better in his movements. But also so he can place that same hand on her cheek as brings himself to her lips feeling much more in control of this situation, despite her bite, than the cupcake induced high of want that flooded through them both the other night.
He had intended for the action to be a chaste brushing of lips. Perhaps with a touch bit more pressure to secure it as a kiss in general. He wants it to relay the things that he may not be able to say right this moment. That her bite and whatever effect it may have has not once bothered him. Not when she exhausted him on their first meeting and certainly not now. On top of chaste it was also intended to be brief but once his lips touch her soft ones it feels impossible to stop. To pull away from the warmth she provides. The comfort that this quickly becoming familiar action between them brings. And the thought of leaving the bed and her presence feels like it would be a terrible loss. The very thought brings about an ache.
So he keeps kissing her in this gentle and slow way not at all keeping to the things he just said he would. No, instead there's a need to pull her closer and keep her pressed up against him. To both bask and share in the warmth that she's provided.] Dominique. [Her name comes out between one of the kisses, spoken softly but with deep reverence and adoration.]
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He had intended for the action to be a chaste brushing of lips. Perhaps with a touch bit more pressure to secure it as a kiss in general. He wants it to relay the things that he may not be able to say right this moment. That her bite and whatever effect it may have has not once bothered him. Not when she exhausted him on their first meeting and certainly not now. On top of chaste it was also intended to be brief but once his lips touch her soft ones it feels impossible to stop. To pull away from the warmth she provides. The comfort that this quickly becoming familiar action between them brings. And the thought of leaving the bed and her presence feels like it would be a terrible loss. The very thought brings about an ache.
So he keeps kissing her in this gentle and slow way not at all keeping to the things he just said he would. No, instead there's a need to pull her closer and keep her pressed up against him. To both bask and share in the warmth that she's provided.] Dominique. [Her name comes out between one of the kisses, spoken softly but with deep reverence and adoration.]