[ As they move forward with exploring each other and eliciting sounds of pleasure from each other, Aymeric's thoughts begin to turn, marveling at how quickly he shifted from his position of not wishing to be intimate with her until after they had married. Now it seems as though he desperately longs for moments like this; not that he intends to ask for them every time they come together, as he sees them as moments to be treasured, not grasped wantonly.
For the two of them to be together in such a way, to stand on the threshold of becoming one, and to even cross that threshold... The feelings and sensations that arise when they are experiencing each other in these ways are ones he has never experienced before, and thus any words he might use to describe them, even in his own thoughts, seem inadequate.
And so he forgoes the effort entirely so that he might focus on the feel of Alkaid leaning against him, rocking her hips against his. Their hips are pressed together, and they are already quite close otherwise, but he presses his upper half against her more, wishing to remove any lingering space between them. Nothing should separate them now, even if they do not take that last step into being truly intimate with each other.
His arousal is mounting even more by the second, and when she begins to kiss his collarbone, he finds it difficult to hold back that last rational thought that perhaps they should content themselves with this: that he should refrain from taking hold of her.
His right hand snakes down her side, fingers lightly tracing the skin there as they make their way down to her hip. Oh, he wants to touch her everywhere that his hands can go, but perhaps that is not what she wishes.
Tell me where, she said. The answer to that is everywhere, including that most private place that, in his mind, is a physical expression of their love for each other and their intent to be together.
His own voice is as low as hers as he puts forward the question: ] Do you wish to...? [ He leaves the last bit of that unsaid, certain that she will understand his meaning. ]
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For the two of them to be together in such a way, to stand on the threshold of becoming one, and to even cross that threshold... The feelings and sensations that arise when they are experiencing each other in these ways are ones he has never experienced before, and thus any words he might use to describe them, even in his own thoughts, seem inadequate.
And so he forgoes the effort entirely so that he might focus on the feel of Alkaid leaning against him, rocking her hips against his. Their hips are pressed together, and they are already quite close otherwise, but he presses his upper half against her more, wishing to remove any lingering space between them. Nothing should separate them now, even if they do not take that last step into being truly intimate with each other.
His arousal is mounting even more by the second, and when she begins to kiss his collarbone, he finds it difficult to hold back that last rational thought that perhaps they should content themselves with this: that he should refrain from taking hold of her.
His right hand snakes down her side, fingers lightly tracing the skin there as they make their way down to her hip. Oh, he wants to touch her everywhere that his hands can go, but perhaps that is not what she wishes.
Tell me where, she said. The answer to that is everywhere, including that most private place that, in his mind, is a physical expression of their love for each other and their intent to be together.
His own voice is as low as hers as he puts forward the question: ] Do you wish to...? [ He leaves the last bit of that unsaid, certain that she will understand his meaning. ]