Continued from hereHer heart skips two beats, then picks up double time to catch up as her eyes flutter close. One hand reaches up so that her fingers trail across his neck slowly
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His heart is racing and his breathing is nearly as quickened. He's been trying to focus on her all evening and not what he wants to do to her. What her dress is doing to him.
He stops kissing her neck just long enough to unceremoniously move the food out of the way. Then he pulls her completely into his lap. He continues kissing her, moving slowly down her neck and then her chest. One hand is just under the skirt of her dress, just resting there on her leg. The other is on her arm as his kisses move ever lower and lower. When he reaches the fabric of her dress, he continues any way. Just pressing the fabric against her skin.
"Juliet," he says, as he reaches her stomach. "There's a risk I have to tell you." Every other word is interrupted with a kiss.
It never fails to amaze her, how much he turns her on, how she always wants him, and her fingers thread through his hair as he kisses her. She rocks her hips against his just slightly.
"I'm listen-listening," she manages. Her own mouth finds a spot on his neck, and she looks for the spots she's studied over the past three years. The spots that make him hers.
He's distracted for a moment by her warm mouth on his neck. He turns so he can catch her mouth with his own. He'll never tire of the way she kisses him or the feel of his tongue on hers.
"There's a very real risk that I might impregnate you." He uses the word impregnate despite the very clinic sound. It just sounds wrong and nothing at all how he'd describe it. There's nothing sensual to the word, but everything is sensual about Juliet.
His hands have slid under her dress now and are caressing her supple curves.
Juliet can't help but snort a little at his choice of words, but she keeps rocking against him, reaching down to cup him through his pants before her fingers work on his zipper.
"That's a risk I'm willing to take with you. Only with you. Always with you."
She finds his mouth again, rocking with intent against him now as her hands move underneath his shirt so that her fingernails drag over his skin.
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He stops kissing her neck just long enough to unceremoniously move the food out of the way. Then he pulls her completely into his lap. He continues kissing her, moving slowly down her neck and then her chest. One hand is just under the skirt of her dress, just resting there on her leg. The other is on her arm as his kisses move ever lower and lower. When he reaches the fabric of her dress, he continues any way. Just pressing the fabric against her skin.
"Juliet," he says, as he reaches her stomach. "There's a risk I have to tell you." Every other word is interrupted with a kiss.
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"I'm listen-listening," she manages. Her own mouth finds a spot on his neck, and she looks for the spots she's studied over the past three years. The spots that make him hers.
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"There's a very real risk that I might impregnate you." He uses the word impregnate despite the very clinic sound. It just sounds wrong and nothing at all how he'd describe it. There's nothing sensual to the word, but everything is sensual about Juliet.
His hands have slid under her dress now and are caressing her supple curves.
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"That's a risk I'm willing to take with you. Only with you. Always with you."
She finds his mouth again, rocking with intent against him now as her hands move underneath his shirt so that her fingernails drag over his skin.
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