[That hard movement of hers makes him gasp, and his breathing comes ragged. She's having a good time making him react, he can tell. He watches without daring to tear his eyes away as she touches herself, not wanting to miss a single second of that.
At her command, he lets out a breath and squeezes his hand around her breast, then pinches at the nipple. His other hand reaches for her back, but brushes her bandaged tattoo. Right. Move lower, then - and when he's found skin, he drags his nails down her back.
His touches build, seeking out sensitive areas or broadly stroking at her, until his lips curl into a smirk and the hand that was a moment ago settled on her hip lifts and smacks. He hasn't forgotten how she liked that, even if it's been a little while since he tried it.]
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At her command, he lets out a breath and squeezes his hand around her breast, then pinches at the nipple. His other hand reaches for her back, but brushes her bandaged tattoo. Right. Move lower, then - and when he's found skin, he drags his nails down her back.
His touches build, seeking out sensitive areas or broadly stroking at her, until his lips curl into a smirk and the hand that was a moment ago settled on her hip lifts and smacks. He hasn't forgotten how she liked that, even if it's been a little while since he tried it.]