[ Truth be told, he is not entirely certain just what he is doing. Instinct seems to be guiding him, and perhaps his instincts know better than he does. Regardless, he intends to follow them.
He is so very close to that most intimate place, and all it would take is him repositioning himself to once again cross that threshold. Both hands move to brush against her thighs, as if hinting his unspoken desire to take her right then and there.
He may not be able to suppress that desire for long, as she seems more than willing to allow him to do as he pleases, but he finds himself unwilling to cease the light touches he is giving her. To touch her and feel her, and the anticipation that seems to be building up for her as well gives him a certain kind of thrill that he has not experienced very many times before. He certainly hopes that that thrill never fades and that being with her in such a way never loses its meaning. ]
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He is so very close to that most intimate place, and all it would take is him repositioning himself to once again cross that threshold. Both hands move to brush against her thighs, as if hinting his unspoken desire to take her right then and there.
He may not be able to suppress that desire for long, as she seems more than willing to allow him to do as he pleases, but he finds himself unwilling to cease the light touches he is giving her. To touch her and feel her, and the anticipation that seems to be building up for her as well gives him a certain kind of thrill that he has not experienced very many times before. He certainly hopes that that thrill never fades and that being with her in such a way never loses its meaning. ]