[Finally, after she leans up to kiss him and he kisses her back, he pulls away from her, but only for a moment, only long enough to rearrange himself, flopping down on the bed beside her none too gracefully, muscles feeling tired out -- but pleasantly so -- after all of that. He feels fuzzy, now, a little sleepy, but certainly satisfied. Yet he's still wondering if she's satisfied, even given her answer.
That's why, as he lies beside her, very close, not wanting to get up, not wanting to move, certainly not wanting to put clothes on, he thinks that perhaps there's more he could do for her. It seems only right, only desirable, that she should enjoy herself just as much as he had. She'd been so timid, after all, so shy about the whole thing, and to think that he's leaving her unsatisfied somehow is almost an unbearable thought.
And so that's why his hand makes its way up her thigh again, and his intent to slide his hand between her legs is completely clear. He knows he can do things with his hands that'll have her gasping out his name again, and he only hopes that she'll give him the chance, that she's not entirely disappointed in him.]
I can make it even better.
[It's just a quiet murmur, really, because it's hard to stir up the energy for any more than that, but she'll certain hear it.]
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That's why, as he lies beside her, very close, not wanting to get up, not wanting to move, certainly not wanting to put clothes on, he thinks that perhaps there's more he could do for her. It seems only right, only desirable, that she should enjoy herself just as much as he had. She'd been so timid, after all, so shy about the whole thing, and to think that he's leaving her unsatisfied somehow is almost an unbearable thought.
And so that's why his hand makes its way up her thigh again, and his intent to slide his hand between her legs is completely clear. He knows he can do things with his hands that'll have her gasping out his name again, and he only hopes that she'll give him the chance, that she's not entirely disappointed in him.]
I can make it even better.
[It's just a quiet murmur, really, because it's hard to stir up the energy for any more than that, but she'll certain hear it.]