That feels amazing, hand and mouth both. I'm only slightly conscious of the way my hips are unconsciously shifting against her, because the squirming- add that to the amazing list. I think I'm kind of doing it, too, and gasping a bit. I think she's going to leave a mark.

I think I want her to be leaving a mark.

I also think that if she says I can keep going I'm going to keep going, and push one hand up to slide up to slide over a breast, not really sure what I'm doing -- sure I have them but things being what they are it'd been an entirely functional relationship -- but entirely into figuring it out, exploring how it feels under my hand, stroking and squeezing the soft, solid warmth of her.

Focusing on her keeps the slow small curl of anxiety from sparking into anything I can notice. For right now. Hpefully for a while yet.