"That is... yeah," I say, shifting my head to watch her face, the whole arch of her, with what I can only imagine is a kind of lustful wonderment on mine. "Yes," I add, intelligently, still pressing my hand into the warm curve, fingers curling in, relaxing, again, and then wandering across her breast, exploring.
"I have," I say, with a kind of gasped little giggle, as my thumb brushes up against her nipple, "no idea what I'm doing."
I am suddenly deeply committed to working it out, though. I rub my thumb in small circles, still watching her, legs squeezing a bit against her.
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Date: 2014-02-10 08:39 am (UTC)"I have," I say, with a kind of gasped little giggle, as my thumb brushes up against her nipple, "no idea what I'm doing."
I am suddenly deeply committed to working it out, though. I rub my thumb in small circles, still watching her, legs squeezing a bit against her.