[See? He knew he could count on her to be thirsty. All of the images he's pouring into her mind are having the intended effect of making her as desperate for his body as he is for hers, and right now he wouldn't have it any other way. His hips are still rocking into her hand, keeping his own stimulation at a steady but not unmanageable incline.
When her hand moves over his eyes, he takes her wrist in one hand and reclaims control over his senses before kissing the inside of her palm.]
Or maybe I blindfold you.
[Since she keeps trying to take away his eyes and all. In fact, that's what he's going to do. Block her optic nerves, then slide his free hand into her shorts and limit her vision entirely to the view of what he sees when he touches her with his actual physical hand for the first time and easily slips his fingers inside her.]
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When her hand moves over his eyes, he takes her wrist in one hand and reclaims control over his senses before kissing the inside of her palm.]
Or maybe I blindfold you.
[Since she keeps trying to take away his eyes and all. In fact, that's what he's going to do. Block her optic nerves, then slide his free hand into her shorts and limit her vision entirely to the view of what he sees when he touches her with his actual physical hand for the first time and easily slips his fingers inside her.]