[ He very nearly pulls away and stops his progress with her pants, but then she says his name again, and it's like a signal telling him to keep going. Don't stop. Keep going. Keep going until the two of you are one. Maybe it's all in his head, but that's what he imagines the signal would say if it had a voice.
He's not sure how far he wants to go, or how far she'll let him go, but he just wants there to be less layers in between them. Maybe if he removes some of her layers, she'll remove some of his. He certainly won't resist.
It takes some movement on his part, but he keeps working until he's managed to slide her pants down past her hips and then to her ankles, and then it's as simple as carefully pulling them off. He doesn't throw them to the side, as they're still hers, but he places them next to them, within arm's reach. ]
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He's not sure how far he wants to go, or how far she'll let him go, but he just wants there to be less layers in between them. Maybe if he removes some of her layers, she'll remove some of his. He certainly won't resist.
It takes some movement on his part, but he keeps working until he's managed to slide her pants down past her hips and then to her ankles, and then it's as simple as carefully pulling them off. He doesn't throw them to the side, as they're still hers, but he places them next to them, within arm's reach. ]
... Jesse.