[ The nakedness of her words was almost awe-inspiring. ]
I want you, too.
[ And so much for self-control. It wasn't how he'd thought the evening would go, either -- but now that they were here, why not make it a night to remember? ]
So how about... we get better acquainted?
[ Delivered between kisses, of course. While Justine was busy with his slacks, Majima slipped a small wrapped package out of his pocket, and tore it open with his teeth. It wasn't hard to slip on, he had plenty of practice with that. The hard part was not simply giving into temptation and burying himself into her all at once.
It was through force of will alone that he slowed as he slid the whole of his length into her. Justine was so hot inside, so slick; the scent of her, like sweet-smelling flowers, was maddening. His breath had quickened, grown ragged at the edges, but he wasn't too far gone he couldn't flick open the clasp of her bra while his hands guided her at her back.
When she signaled she was ready, he'd start to push up into her. Long, languid strokes at first, but with the way things were going, it wouldn't be long before he gave in. He handled her weight effortlessly, rolling his hips up to meet her rhythm with a kind of urgency he hadn't felt in years. The air on his skin felt like it was aboil; where she touched him, it was even worse. But that only made him want to touch more, drink in everything, roll an exposed nipple under a lightly calloused thumb even while he sought to rub up inside her in exactly the right way. ]
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I want you, too.
[ And so much for self-control. It wasn't how he'd thought the evening would go, either -- but now that they were here, why not make it a night to remember? ]
So how about... we get better acquainted?
[ Delivered between kisses, of course. While Justine was busy with his slacks, Majima slipped a small wrapped package out of his pocket, and tore it open with his teeth. It wasn't hard to slip on, he had plenty of practice with that. The hard part was not simply giving into temptation and burying himself into her all at once.
It was through force of will alone that he slowed as he slid the whole of his length into her. Justine was so hot inside, so slick; the scent of her, like sweet-smelling flowers, was maddening. His breath had quickened, grown ragged at the edges, but he wasn't too far gone he couldn't flick open the clasp of her bra while his hands guided her at her back.
When she signaled she was ready, he'd start to push up into her. Long, languid strokes at first, but with the way things were going, it wouldn't be long before he gave in. He handled her weight effortlessly, rolling his hips up to meet her rhythm with a kind of urgency he hadn't felt in years. The air on his skin felt like it was aboil; where she touched him, it was even worse. But that only made him want to touch more, drink in everything, roll an exposed nipple under a lightly calloused thumb even while he sought to rub up inside her in exactly the right way. ]