[ If the tropes work, then what is wrong with that? Tropes exist for reasons. She's had so little experience with any of them that it hardly matters if it comes from a romance dictionary for authors. They're genuine, and that's what matters the most to her. She may tease him for being corny or obvious, but, she still smiled and her eyes seem to glow. That is what should matter most.
A shiver bolts up her spine with their hips touching. He's clear on what he wants, and she wants it too. She wants to bring them together and only focus on him for a time. A time that she hopes can make up for all their missed opportunities and moments. Not that it's possible to regain anything lost like time. All they can do is move forward and make good on what they have now.
Her attention moves back to his eyes the moment he says her name. It does something to her. Not only send her body quivering but making something tighten inside. He's never said her name like that and she realizes just how much control she's given to him. Of course, she's said she gave it all, but experiencing it is something else.
The question is clear in her eyes at his declaration: What about your wife?
She stays where she is, minus needing to move her arms to remove the bra as he pulls it down. Eyes intently looking into his for an answer. She doesn't want to replace Alice or cause them to end their marriage. He loves Alice enough to trap himself in another dimension, how can loving her supersede that? Should it?
Jesse removes the remaing of her underwear and lowers her hips to his. She rests over him, feeling him through the last remaining bit of clothing. Her head pounds at sitting upright. It hurts, but she wants to make him happy. Bring him to a point she is at. He can't do all the work for them. Her injury can simply deal with the situation.
She shifts her hips experimentally against his. She rubs against him, watching what reactions the Writer might have. Her hands raise then to his, guiding them along her sides. Hopefully, he will understand her meaning. She wants him to touch her everywhere--kiss her everywhere. Explore and find his favorite spots. Ahe can take care of him in the mean time. ]
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A shiver bolts up her spine with their hips touching. He's clear on what he wants, and she wants it too. She wants to bring them together and only focus on him for a time. A time that she hopes can make up for all their missed opportunities and moments. Not that it's possible to regain anything lost like time. All they can do is move forward and make good on what they have now.
Her attention moves back to his eyes the moment he says her name. It does something to her. Not only send her body quivering but making something tighten inside. He's never said her name like that and she realizes just how much control she's given to him. Of course, she's said she gave it all, but experiencing it is something else.
The question is clear in her eyes at his declaration: What about your wife?
She stays where she is, minus needing to move her arms to remove the bra as he pulls it down. Eyes intently looking into his for an answer. She doesn't want to replace Alice or cause them to end their marriage. He loves Alice enough to trap himself in another dimension, how can loving her supersede that? Should it?
Jesse removes the remaing of her underwear and lowers her hips to his. She rests over him, feeling him through the last remaining bit of clothing. Her head pounds at sitting upright. It hurts, but she wants to make him happy. Bring him to a point she is at. He can't do all the work for them. Her injury can simply deal with the situation.
She shifts her hips experimentally against his. She rubs against him, watching what reactions the Writer might have. Her hands raise then to his, guiding them along her sides. Hopefully, he will understand her meaning. She wants him to touch her everywhere--kiss her everywhere. Explore and find his favorite spots. Ahe can take care of him in the mean time. ]