His own kisses were artless, motivated by feeling rather than design, a mess of tongue and teeth as he tried to keep up with Layla, to return everything he was receiving. It was liberating in a way he hadn't felt for ages, his brain temporarily shut off in favor of matters more physical. Sliding his fingers out from inside her, he shifted his weight so that he was hovering over her, his body held up by his elbows, he drew the packet up out of his palm to between his fingers, tearing it open to get at the condom inside. Breaking away from Layla with a quiet gasp, he pressed a series of wet -- if fleeting -- kisses to her mouth, and then the line of her jaw, before he finally sat up a little, kneeling between her legs.
Despite not remembering the last time he'd used protection, Jamie's movements were practiced -- automatic -- as he took himself in hand, rolling on the condom without much thought spared to the motion. Layla held his focus entirely, those three little words of hers finally hitting him in that moment. Even as he positioned himself, lined up their bodies just right, he ran his fingertips over her chest, her hips, his touch light and teasing. A smile touched at the corners of his mouth, and he said in a whisper, "Love you, too."
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Date: 2011-01-25 07:09 pm (UTC)Despite not remembering the last time he'd used protection, Jamie's movements were practiced -- automatic -- as he took himself in hand, rolling on the condom without much thought spared to the motion. Layla held his focus entirely, those three little words of hers finally hitting him in that moment. Even as he positioned himself, lined up their bodies just right, he ran his fingertips over her chest, her hips, his touch light and teasing. A smile touched at the corners of his mouth, and he said in a whisper, "Love you, too."
Only then did he start to push inside her.