[ Her smile is sincerely warm, for that. Only makes her sure of the motion as exactly sure as it tumbles out of him. What a good man - better than this planet deserves for how they treat him.
The hand on his chest shifts up to his mouth. Catches her thumb against his bottom lip, pressing in on the curve of it. Eyes lowered and following the motions of it as she wets her own in a prickling feeling of heat move through her. The knot of wanting that bundle up tightly. It was tempting, to let him just undo her, let him touch as much as he wanted of her, it's flushed up bare in her gaze that she follows through on the motion to kiss him. The press of her tongue on his lip, murmuring into his mouth, again. ]
Hush.
[ Her fingers are determined, after that, doesn't give him time to answer as her hand drops lower, reaches to find where he's hard and there isn't much space, doesn't want to make it too obvious if they have to leap up about what they were doing - but even so. Her hands are sure, smooth rather than soft, her grip not delicate, but deliberate as she begins to move over him. Tightening around the tip of him then smoothing down, the brush of her thumb a little more teasing where she draws it along the underside of him. Not many lovers, no, but a happily married woman for years that takes a certain care to pleasing. Measured movements as she watches him that same openly wanting way, for each and every little reaction he has and adjusts to drawing it up out of him over again. ]
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The hand on his chest shifts up to his mouth. Catches her thumb against his bottom lip, pressing in on the curve of it. Eyes lowered and following the motions of it as she wets her own in a prickling feeling of heat move through her. The knot of wanting that bundle up tightly. It was tempting, to let him just undo her, let him touch as much as he wanted of her, it's flushed up bare in her gaze that she follows through on the motion to kiss him. The press of her tongue on his lip, murmuring into his mouth, again. ]
Hush.
[ Her fingers are determined, after that, doesn't give him time to answer as her hand drops lower, reaches to find where he's hard and there isn't much space, doesn't want to make it too obvious if they have to leap up about what they were doing - but even so. Her hands are sure, smooth rather than soft, her grip not delicate, but deliberate as she begins to move over him. Tightening around the tip of him then smoothing down, the brush of her thumb a little more teasing where she draws it along the underside of him. Not many lovers, no, but a happily married woman for years that takes a certain care to pleasing. Measured movements as she watches him that same openly wanting way, for each and every little reaction he has and adjusts to drawing it up out of him over again. ]