As soon as his shirt is unfastened Azwel pulls it off and tosses it aside, taking this opportunity to slide his hands down her sides and then under the hem of the soft trousers, pushing them downward and off of her hips. He at least gives her a moment to kick them aside before he sinks down onto her, his lips and hands hungry, now.
He feels even warmer and somehow heavier on top of her, but so vital and alive, the sleepiness well and truly chased away. His body moves against hers, as desirous and passionate as though this were the first time. A soft moan rumbles in his throat.
"I'll admit--" he murmurs between kisses, "I'm curious-- what caused these changes." His lips move to her neck. "Mmmmh, but I'm-- content-- to ask later."
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Date: 2019-05-02 12:05 pm (UTC)From:He feels even warmer and somehow heavier on top of her, but so vital and alive, the sleepiness well and truly chased away. His body moves against hers, as desirous and passionate as though this were the first time. A soft moan rumbles in his throat.
"I'll admit--" he murmurs between kisses, "I'm curious-- what caused these changes." His lips move to her neck. "Mmmmh, but I'm-- content-- to ask later."