[ A shiver runs down her spine when he says he wants to touch her--and the hair on the back of her neck begins to prickle with the tension in the air as continues to tell her what he wants to do with her--hold her, taste, feel... Everything that he's doing is very gentle, very innocent. Even that feeling of longing and the soulful looks he's giving her.
It's not making her feel very innocent though.
She reaches up and back, moving both her hands behind the back of his neck, bringing him back down to her. ]
Do you think I'd start this if I wasn't okay--with you?
[ She presses forward, until he can feel her curves, however slight, pressed up against the front of him. She knows very well how much he loves her--how much she means to him. She feels it in the back of her head all the time. Pursuing something with him if she wasn't serious or had any second thoughts... ]
I would never hurt you like that. I love you. I want you.
[ And to prove it--she pulls him down to kiss her again, and this time he's definitely not escaping with just a chaste, gentle press of the lips, not with the way her lips and her tongue press against his mouth insistently. ]
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It's not making her feel very innocent though.
She reaches up and back, moving both her hands behind the back of his neck, bringing him back down to her. ]
Do you think I'd start this if I wasn't okay--with you?
[ She presses forward, until he can feel her curves, however slight, pressed up against the front of him. She knows very well how much he loves her--how much she means to him. She feels it in the back of her head all the time. Pursuing something with him if she wasn't serious or had any second thoughts... ]
I would never hurt you like that. I love you. I want you.
[ And to prove it--she pulls him down to kiss her again, and this time he's definitely not escaping with just a chaste, gentle press of the lips, not with the way her lips and her tongue press against his mouth insistently. ]