For a few moments it's only interesting in his peripheral awareness, while he stubbornly returns her eye contact and doesn't quite manage to glare. Close, but he's a little too impressed, and a little too interested, and silently deciding whether or not to sacrifice some of his hard-earned points on looking down.
He does. He does it with deliberateness, a decision rather than a slip, but then an inhale, too, while he steps back to handle his buttons, and a self-bracing, disbelieving head tilt on the exhale, because of the open shirt and stockings, the bruises on her neck and her working hand. It's a good look for her. Next time—
It would be a good look for anybody.
When he reaches for her again, it's to pull her away from the wall and turn her decisively around, using both hands to push her shoulders against the cold stone and then to position and pull her hips back to meet him when he presses inside her. It's a head-clearing relief, and after a few preliminary hard, shallow rocks forward he remembers he has an argument to win and moves his hands—not back between her legs, she can continue to take care of that herself or she can wait, but one to snake up her stomach and seize on a nipple again, and the other to her throat. ]
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For a few moments it's only interesting in his peripheral awareness, while he stubbornly returns her eye contact and doesn't quite manage to glare. Close, but he's a little too impressed, and a little too interested, and silently deciding whether or not to sacrifice some of his hard-earned points on looking down.
He does. He does it with deliberateness, a decision rather than a slip, but then an inhale, too, while he steps back to handle his buttons, and a self-bracing, disbelieving head tilt on the exhale, because of the open shirt and stockings, the bruises on her neck and her working hand. It's a good look for her. Next time—
It would be a good look for anybody.
When he reaches for her again, it's to pull her away from the wall and turn her decisively around, using both hands to push her shoulders against the cold stone and then to position and pull her hips back to meet him when he presses inside her. It's a head-clearing relief, and after a few preliminary hard, shallow rocks forward he remembers he has an argument to win and moves his hands—not back between her legs, she can continue to take care of that herself or she can wait, but one to snake up her stomach and seize on a nipple again, and the other to her throat. ]