It might have come out wrong, but Valerie’s description made him break into a grin, partly because she frantically corrected herself, and partly because she wasn’t wrong. It was a miracle his arms and legs were getting any blood flow at all, especially after the ‘when I’m alone’ comment. Man, to be a fly on the wall…
Brian pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it next to her clothes. His hair got into his eyes. He pushed it out of the way to look at her standing there. If a girl was beautiful, and if he was seriously into her, it didn’t matter what she wore. Valerie was the prettiest he’d ever been with. “I could stare at you for days.” He let her feel the weight of his heavy-lidded look.
He wanted to pull her close, but he stopped to unbuckle his belt and jeans. Brian bent down to pull off his doc martens and step out of the clothes. He didn’t have body shame; he was a self-conscious wreck about a million other things, but not that. He was long and lean, muscled from lifting heavy equipment and having the kind of frenetic energy that made him move all the time. He made his skin match his thoughts in pictures and words, and the more it did, the more at home in it he felt.
Brian moved into her space. His hands were loose on her back as they stood toe-to-toe and he closed his eyes and breathed out. The fabric of her bra tickled his chest. A few achingly long seconds passed and then he slowly got down on his knees on front of her, stroking her lower back and hips. On the way down, his mouth lit on the dip between her breasts, a scar on her stomach, the hollow inside her hip bone.
He looked up as he moved his hands inside the back of her panties. Was it just his imagination or was her ass meant to fit in his hands? He was momentarily distracted by it, but the whole reason he’d gotten on his knees was to press a kiss to the sweetly curved inside of her thigh. As soon as she’d taken off her pants, he knew he was going down. He used his teeth once, carefully, nipping at the soft skin.
“I think about this.”
He shifted and let her feel the bridge of his nose and the heat of his mouth through her underwear.
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It might have come out wrong, but Valerie’s description made him break into a grin, partly because she frantically corrected herself, and partly because she wasn’t wrong. It was a miracle his arms and legs were getting any blood flow at all, especially after the ‘when I’m alone’ comment. Man, to be a fly on the wall…
Brian pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it next to her clothes. His hair got into his eyes. He pushed it out of the way to look at her standing there. If a girl was beautiful, and if he was seriously into her, it didn’t matter what she wore. Valerie was the prettiest he’d ever been with. “I could stare at you for days.” He let her feel the weight of his heavy-lidded look.
He wanted to pull her close, but he stopped to unbuckle his belt and jeans. Brian bent down to pull off his doc martens and step out of the clothes. He didn’t have body shame; he was a self-conscious wreck about a million other things, but not that. He was long and lean, muscled from lifting heavy equipment and having the kind of frenetic energy that made him move all the time. He made his skin match his thoughts in pictures and words, and the more it did, the more at home in it he felt.
Brian moved into her space. His hands were loose on her back as they stood toe-to-toe and he closed his eyes and breathed out. The fabric of her bra tickled his chest. A few achingly long seconds passed and then he slowly got down on his knees on front of her, stroking her lower back and hips. On the way down, his mouth lit on the dip between her breasts, a scar on her stomach, the hollow inside her hip bone.
He looked up as he moved his hands inside the back of her panties. Was it just his imagination or was her ass meant to fit in his hands? He was momentarily distracted by it, but the whole reason he’d gotten on his knees was to press a kiss to the sweetly curved inside of her thigh. As soon as she’d taken off her pants, he knew he was going down. He used his teeth once, carefully, nipping at the soft skin.
“I think about this.”
He shifted and let her feel the bridge of his nose and the heat of his mouth through her underwear.