[If he were thinking about it, he'd never imagine that she had doubts about his interest in her, about whether he wanted to keep doing what he's been doing thus far. From his kisses, from the way his hands roam over her body, all of that would seem to say that he's very much enjoying himself, that he has no reservations about her, or about what they're about to do -- or what they have been doing. It's himself, of course, that he has reservations about, but he certainly won't say anything to that effect, and he'd be surprised that she found that odd.
So when she breaks the kiss, he isn't thinking about the doubts she might be having, about the way she might be questioning what he wants. He thinks it's obvious, anyway, especially from the way he finally pulls away from her for a moment for the sake of tugging his underwear off, too. There: they're both equally undressed.
And of course, of course, now that they're in this state, what is he supposed to do but lean down to plant another kiss on her collarbone, then begin to nudge her thighs apart, wondering if she'll really let him, wondering how she'll respond to all of it, wanting nothing more than to finally be inside of her, but wondering... Well, yes, wondering about all of it. That's why he pauses, just before going further, just before finally doing what he's been wanting to do all night, to ask...]
Is it okay?
[It seems right, somehow, to have her distinct permission, and, of course, a selfish and egotistical part of him wants to hear how much desire there is in her tone, if it's audible.]
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So when she breaks the kiss, he isn't thinking about the doubts she might be having, about the way she might be questioning what he wants. He thinks it's obvious, anyway, especially from the way he finally pulls away from her for a moment for the sake of tugging his underwear off, too. There: they're both equally undressed.
And of course, of course, now that they're in this state, what is he supposed to do but lean down to plant another kiss on her collarbone, then begin to nudge her thighs apart, wondering if she'll really let him, wondering how she'll respond to all of it, wanting nothing more than to finally be inside of her, but wondering... Well, yes, wondering about all of it. That's why he pauses, just before going further, just before finally doing what he's been wanting to do all night, to ask...]
Is it okay?
[It seems right, somehow, to have her distinct permission, and, of course, a selfish and egotistical part of him wants to hear how much desire there is in her tone, if it's audible.]