[ Of course he would be inclined to disagree with her. In many ways, he's his own worst critic, judging himself and his writing with a harsh lens. He wanted to be better than he feels he is, both as a writer and as a person, and in quite a few ways, he feels as though he's failed in that regard. He's a bestselling author, but who is his audience? Is the content that he's produced what he always imagined it would be? Now it seems as though he's not sure.
And maybe the ease with which he says words that elicit responses from her is just another sign of him falling into tropes and trite ways of speaking. But if he can get a reaction from her at all, he considers that a good thing. And he's gotten several reactions from her already, so at least he's managing to do something right.
He didn't take as big a hit as she did, but as he continues trying to pull those reactions from her, he's keenly aware of a feeling of dizziness. Not because he's pushing himself too hard or going too fast, but because just touching her like this is such a heady feeling that it's making his head swim. But he's coming closer to reaching his own climax and the pent up feeling is almost all he can think about. But release comes eventually, and all he wants to do is keep her close to him, where he can touch her and she can do the same to him.
She brushes a kiss against his lips and then indicates that she wants him to roll over. He does without hesitation, coming to a stop once he's positioned on his back. He can't remember the last time he felt this relaxed or this content, but he's feeling both things now and he doesn't want those feelings to end.
But when she moves to position herself almost above his hips, the message is clear. He rocks his hips upwards to brush them against hers once before lowering himself back down just in time for her hand to trail across his face and his beard. For reasons he's not sure of, the touch of her hand on his face always puts him at ease. It relaxes him somehow, even if she hasn't realized it.
His own breathing deepens as his eyes darken further with intense desire: desire for her. Desire to become one with her in all possible ways. ]
Jesse Faden. [ He echoes the way she says his name, drawing out each syllable slowly as if savoring the feel of her name on his tongue. ] Do you know... I love you more than I've loved anyone. [ Yes, even more than he loved Alice. He'll always love Alice, and he'll always remember her, but there's something about Jesse that's just even more meaningful. Impactful.
He shivers as her hands trail down his chest until they reach the pants he borrowed. He doesn't resist as she slides them off him. He wants to just lie there looking up at her, taking her in and memorizing her, but he reaches up to remove the bra that she's unhooked and let dangle.
They're close to being completely bare around each other, and honestly, that's fine with him. Clothes just get in the way, and he wants to be able to feel her with no obstructions. ]
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And maybe the ease with which he says words that elicit responses from her is just another sign of him falling into tropes and trite ways of speaking. But if he can get a reaction from her at all, he considers that a good thing. And he's gotten several reactions from her already, so at least he's managing to do something right.
He didn't take as big a hit as she did, but as he continues trying to pull those reactions from her, he's keenly aware of a feeling of dizziness. Not because he's pushing himself too hard or going too fast, but because just touching her like this is such a heady feeling that it's making his head swim. But he's coming closer to reaching his own climax and the pent up feeling is almost all he can think about. But release comes eventually, and all he wants to do is keep her close to him, where he can touch her and she can do the same to him.
She brushes a kiss against his lips and then indicates that she wants him to roll over. He does without hesitation, coming to a stop once he's positioned on his back. He can't remember the last time he felt this relaxed or this content, but he's feeling both things now and he doesn't want those feelings to end.
But when she moves to position herself almost above his hips, the message is clear. He rocks his hips upwards to brush them against hers once before lowering himself back down just in time for her hand to trail across his face and his beard. For reasons he's not sure of, the touch of her hand on his face always puts him at ease. It relaxes him somehow, even if she hasn't realized it.
His own breathing deepens as his eyes darken further with intense desire: desire for her. Desire to become one with her in all possible ways. ]
Jesse Faden. [ He echoes the way she says his name, drawing out each syllable slowly as if savoring the feel of her name on his tongue. ] Do you know... I love you more than I've loved anyone. [ Yes, even more than he loved Alice. He'll always love Alice, and he'll always remember her, but there's something about Jesse that's just even more meaningful. Impactful.
He shivers as her hands trail down his chest until they reach the pants he borrowed. He doesn't resist as she slides them off him. He wants to just lie there looking up at her, taking her in and memorizing her, but he reaches up to remove the bra that she's unhooked and let dangle.
They're close to being completely bare around each other, and honestly, that's fine with him. Clothes just get in the way, and he wants to be able to feel her with no obstructions. ]