"Yeah?" He hums a small, pleasured noise into her shoulder. He's really glad. It's not insecure, but... if there's anything that would have turned her away, it's how he can make her skin crawl with a touch. He's almost a little disappointed that his energy is leveling, out--he would have liked to give her more of that feeling, the way she's clinging onto him like that.
He takes hold of her hips and scoots her forward, onto himself. She can probably feel that she's not the only one turned on by all of this. He keeps his hands on her waist, fingers sliding under her shorts now. He remembers how much she liked that sort of thing last time...
Ah, no, he changes his mind. A better idea; two birds with one stone. He moves his hands to her shoulders and pushes her away (gently, but insistently), taking the chance to lean and fall back onto the bed himself.
"You should take your boots off," he says, all casual. It'd be a shame to get the bed all messed up, after all (it is a nice bed). He gives her an alluring look, as if to further assure her he isn't going anywhere... and to tempt her to follow him down.
no subject
He takes hold of her hips and scoots her forward, onto himself. She can probably feel that she's not the only one turned on by all of this. He keeps his hands on her waist, fingers sliding under her shorts now. He remembers how much she liked that sort of thing last time...
Ah, no, he changes his mind. A better idea; two birds with one stone. He moves his hands to her shoulders and pushes her away (gently, but insistently), taking the chance to lean and fall back onto the bed himself.
"You should take your boots off," he says, all casual. It'd be a shame to get the bed all messed up, after all (it is a nice bed). He gives her an alluring look, as if to further assure her he isn't going anywhere... and to tempt her to follow him down.