[ Owen sucks in a quiet breath when she arches closer, and he's infinitely more pleased than he thought he would be that this is the reaction that his touch gets. He's certainly not about to stop now, and he presses his palm more firmly to the small of her back, drawing her closer, enough that their bodies are a hair's width away from being pressed flush against each other.
His eyes fall to her lips, that flash of tongue darting across the tip of his thumb, and he finds himself licking at his own lips. He bends his thumb slightly, pressing the pad against her tongue, then dragging her lower lip down just a little. ]
Wouldn't dream of asking you to. [ He says warmly, smiles almost distractedly, head tilting enough that his lips ghost hers. Not quite a kiss yet, but close enough to an invitation, or a request, staying close enough that he can feel the taste of her breath on his tongue. ]
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His eyes fall to her lips, that flash of tongue darting across the tip of his thumb, and he finds himself licking at his own lips. He bends his thumb slightly, pressing the pad against her tongue, then dragging her lower lip down just a little. ]
Wouldn't dream of asking you to. [ He says warmly, smiles almost distractedly, head tilting enough that his lips ghost hers. Not quite a kiss yet, but close enough to an invitation, or a request, staying close enough that he can feel the taste of her breath on his tongue. ]