He added another finger, careful, again, to take it slow, take it steady, though his thumb had begun to work over more sensitive skin. When he wasn't busy gesturing, making a show, he was good with his hands, and they were too far gone, now, for him to scare her off with something sudden.
Even so, he couldn't entirely help himself. Actions spoke louder than words, sure enough, but he liked words, liked talking. Despite its being obvious, he sighed, contently, as he pulled back his head, his gaze dropping to Layla's mouth. He murmured, "I want you."
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Date: 2011-01-25 07:49 am (UTC)Even so, he couldn't entirely help himself. Actions spoke louder than words, sure enough, but he liked words, liked talking. Despite its being obvious, he sighed, contently, as he pulled back his head, his gaze dropping to Layla's mouth. He murmured, "I want you."