[ He is not making it easy to be patient. Psyche bucks her hips into his hand again to urge his fingers deeper, unconsciously finding the same rhythm as she strokes him in time with each little movement.
She does want to savor this, the gentle way he touches her as though he's learning her by heart. But she wants so many things right now, some of them very pressingly. She muffles her soft moans against his throat, trailing kisses along the beat of his pulse and over the marks she left earlier until she's trembling a little with longing. ]
I want you, too. Tell me... tell me when you think you're ready.
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She does want to savor this, the gentle way he touches her as though he's learning her by heart. But she wants so many things right now, some of them very pressingly. She muffles her soft moans against his throat, trailing kisses along the beat of his pulse and over the marks she left earlier until she's trembling a little with longing. ]
I want you, too. Tell me... tell me when you think you're ready.