A small, involuntary sound escaped Jamie as he looked down at Layla, his eyes dark with want; that he hadn't wanted her to stop was obvious enough, even if he knew that there was something else -- something arguably better -- waiting for him in his simultaneously near, but all too distant future. Sucking in a shaky breath, he stepped to the side, and dropped one knee down onto the mattress, settling back down beside her, even as he remained painfully conscious of his own arousal, his thoughts trapped in reliving how good she felt around him just moments before.
His thoughts elsewhere, his hands moved almost of their own accord, the silver packet still tucked into his palm. With one hand on her thigh, and the other wrapped around her shoulder, he guided her back down onto the bed, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Then, very carefully, he slid his hand up between her legs, clever fingers tracing a slow, lazy circle over warm, sensitive skin.
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Date: 2011-01-24 08:38 am (UTC)His thoughts elsewhere, his hands moved almost of their own accord, the silver packet still tucked into his palm. With one hand on her thigh, and the other wrapped around her shoulder, he guided her back down onto the bed, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Then, very carefully, he slid his hand up between her legs, clever fingers tracing a slow, lazy circle over warm, sensitive skin.