[ The light scratch of her nails sends a lightning spark up his spine. He nips at her lower lip, slips his hand between her legs. If she isn't wet already, he'll be quick to change that, trailing along with his fingers, easing inside. ]
Mm-hmm. Do you? [ He's teasing. She has him, of course.
He lets his impatience take over, matching hers. He removes his hand to work the buttons down his trousers free. Little is needed before he's ready for her; he coaxes her down, tilting back up to kiss her once more. A soft breath escapes him. ]
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Mm-hmm. Do you? [ He's teasing. She has him, of course.
He lets his impatience take over, matching hers. He removes his hand to work the buttons down his trousers free. Little is needed before he's ready for her; he coaxes her down, tilting back up to kiss her once more. A soft breath escapes him. ]