[ It's difficult to keep breathing as he waits for her to reply, but when she says "okay" and not anything negative he relaxes against her. It's like permission in a way, her agreeing that he hasn't gone too far. Hasn't pushed more than he should. His eyes are probably glazed over by now, mouth swollen from how much they've been kissing yet he still wants more.
His hand reaches up to touch her lips, his own parting in the process. ] Can... [ His eyes flutter and he feels like his body is throbbing from head to toe. He doesn't look away, but he does lick his lips as the hand that's on her face skims down, dragging over her dress. His heart is probably erratic at this point when his fingers eventually find the bottom of her dress, clutching at the fabric over her thigh. ] Can I...?
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His hand reaches up to touch her lips, his own parting in the process. ] Can... [ His eyes flutter and he feels like his body is throbbing from head to toe. He doesn't look away, but he does lick his lips as the hand that's on her face skims down, dragging over her dress. His heart is probably erratic at this point when his fingers eventually find the bottom of her dress, clutching at the fabric over her thigh. ] Can I...?