[ He doesn't right away. Soon might not be soon enough, not when he presses against her and lets both his hands slide back along her thighs until they curve over her behind to push her just a teeny bit higher up. He squeezes once, then finally pulls his mouth back with a gasp, struggling for air like he hasn't breathed in days.
He hasn't, maybe. Not like this. With how she's secure in place though, it gives the hand with the earring in place the freedom to reach up, pressing it gently over her heart. ]
I'll keep safe. [ It's the first thing he whispers, still trying to get his breath back in the meanwhile. Then softer, adds: ] Put it on for me? [ That's when he finally turns his hand to let some of the ribbon loosen from between his fingers, holding it out between them.
He feels more sure of himself already, though maybe he's still only making things worse at the moment. ]
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He hasn't, maybe. Not like this. With how she's secure in place though, it gives the hand with the earring in place the freedom to reach up, pressing it gently over her heart. ]
I'll keep safe. [ It's the first thing he whispers, still trying to get his breath back in the meanwhile. Then softer, adds: ] Put it on for me? [ That's when he finally turns his hand to let some of the ribbon loosen from between his fingers, holding it out between them.
He feels more sure of himself already, though maybe he's still only making things worse at the moment. ]