[She'd thought he would linger, thought he'd planned to take his time before getting to this part. With the way he'd touched her, kissed and sucked at her skin, she'd made the assumption that when he said he wasn't in a rush, it was that he wasn't in a rush to get to this part.
And he hadn't rushed but she felt him fumbling with his pants far sooner, and somehow her assumption made this feel quicker than it was. Made her heart leap in her throat in a way that she welcomed eagerly. The same way she welcomed him eagerly. They move as one, without words each understanding what the other intends and adjusting accordingly. Bryn braces herself with hands on his shoulders and jumps up to wrap her legs around his waist, trusting that if he doesn't help support her weight himself, he'll press her against the wall he was leading them to only moments before.
Bryn feels him pressed between her legs and can't help but roll her hips forward. His larger form covers hers so much that she doubts many can see her in the club, nothing more than her arms and legs wrapped around them, which simultaneously gives her the illusion of having both privacy and complete exposure to the crowds behind him. Eyes closing, she lifts her chin to bare her neck, even as her fingers tangle firmly in his hair, enjoying each kiss and nibble up to her earlobe...where his words nearly make her weak in the knees.
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And he hadn't rushed but she felt him fumbling with his pants far sooner, and somehow her assumption made this feel quicker than it was. Made her heart leap in her throat in a way that she welcomed eagerly. The same way she welcomed him eagerly. They move as one, without words each understanding what the other intends and adjusting accordingly. Bryn braces herself with hands on his shoulders and jumps up to wrap her legs around his waist, trusting that if he doesn't help support her weight himself, he'll press her against the wall he was leading them to only moments before.
Bryn feels him pressed between her legs and can't help but roll her hips forward. His larger form covers hers so much that she doubts many can see her in the club, nothing more than her arms and legs wrapped around them, which simultaneously gives her the illusion of having both privacy and complete exposure to the crowds behind him. Eyes closing, she lifts her chin to bare her neck, even as her fingers tangle firmly in his hair, enjoying each kiss and nibble up to her earlobe...where his words nearly make her weak in the knees.
She responds, a quiet murmur for his ears alone:]
Please.