Mm... [There's a soft vibration as he hums against her neck, lifting up just briefly enough to say,] Good.
[And if there's a subtle possessiveness beneath his tone, husky, hungry and wanting, well, hopefully she'll forgive him. Blame the wine. The thought of losing her is unbearable, and he'll not dwell on it. Not when she's here and hot in his arms, trembling softly against his body. He returns to working his magic on her neck, longing to coax more of that urgent breath from her, and he sets aside his empty wine glass in order to curl that arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, allowing her to feel more intimately the hardness between his legs. At the same time the motion allows him to dive his fingers further up her dress, finally reaching his destination and sinking into her, stroking languidly in a way he knows that she enjoys.]
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[And if there's a subtle possessiveness beneath his tone, husky, hungry and wanting, well, hopefully she'll forgive him. Blame the wine. The thought of losing her is unbearable, and he'll not dwell on it. Not when she's here and hot in his arms, trembling softly against his body. He returns to working his magic on her neck, longing to coax more of that urgent breath from her, and he sets aside his empty wine glass in order to curl that arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, allowing her to feel more intimately the hardness between his legs. At the same time the motion allows him to dive his fingers further up her dress, finally reaching his destination and sinking into her, stroking languidly in a way he knows that she enjoys.]