He draws in his breath sharply as she uses her nails on him, his eyes darkening, and his answering chuckle is low and amused. "I pray you will forgive me, my lady wife," he murmurs, moving his attentions to the other side of her neck for a few moments. It is more awkward from this position, so he does not linger, but when something is pleasing on one side it's always wise to repeat it on the other. "Let me make amends."
She's made her wishes clear and he's quick to obey, stroking her breast with more firmness, rubbing his thumb over the nipple and then pinching it slightly, ever attentive to how she moves under him, how her breathing changes, any signs of what pleases her. It is the sweetest research he has ever done.
And then hands are not enough and he moves his mouth down her chest, lips brushing against her collarbone, and looks up at her with something like mischief in his eyes before covering her still-clothed breast with his mouth, sucking until the cloth is soaked, so that when he switches to the other is clings to the nipple. He replaces mouth with hand once more, then abruptly raises himself up so that he might tug the shift upwards. "Let me see you. All of you."
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Date: 2018-05-07 10:21 pm (UTC)She's made her wishes clear and he's quick to obey, stroking her breast with more firmness, rubbing his thumb over the nipple and then pinching it slightly, ever attentive to how she moves under him, how her breathing changes, any signs of what pleases her. It is the sweetest research he has ever done.
And then hands are not enough and he moves his mouth down her chest, lips brushing against her collarbone, and looks up at her with something like mischief in his eyes before covering her still-clothed breast with his mouth, sucking until the cloth is soaked, so that when he switches to the other is clings to the nipple. He replaces mouth with hand once more, then abruptly raises himself up so that he might tug the shift upwards. "Let me see you. All of you."