There's something breathtaking about seeing her so thrilled and delirious, all while steering this. It reminds him of their early days, when they weren't quite courting, stolen too-intense kisses and bodies moving together despite their best efforts. Except this is deeper, richer.
He watches her dress, breath catching when she fails to put on undergarments. At the same time, he feels deeply everyday, having watched her dress a thousand times. Gods he loves her, and for a moment he always can't believe this is his wife.
When her hand comes to trace the choker at her neck, he catches her hand, sliding it up to kiss her pal. "I'm yours for life, my love," he reminds her. "But I like this game." He kisses her hair as she nuzzles him, arms curling around her. He almost doesn't want to let her step away.
His pulse quickens again, heat flaring. He likes her telling him what she wants. And it gives him the opportunity to look at her, kiss the back of her neck and run his fingers over her back before he follows that order. Some rogue part of him wonders what she would do if he broke the rules, but he's not sure this is the place to test it.
"I wouldn't mind doing this at home, too," her murmurs. Help her dress. Take orders. Play this game.
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Date: 2023-11-13 03:10 am (UTC)He watches her dress, breath catching when she fails to put on undergarments. At the same time, he feels deeply everyday, having watched her dress a thousand times. Gods he loves her, and for a moment he always can't believe this is his wife.
When her hand comes to trace the choker at her neck, he catches her hand, sliding it up to kiss her pal. "I'm yours for life, my love," he reminds her. "But I like this game." He kisses her hair as she nuzzles him, arms curling around her. He almost doesn't want to let her step away.
His pulse quickens again, heat flaring. He likes her telling him what she wants. And it gives him the opportunity to look at her, kiss the back of her neck and run his fingers over her back before he follows that order. Some rogue part of him wonders what she would do if he broke the rules, but he's not sure this is the place to test it.
"I wouldn't mind doing this at home, too," her murmurs. Help her dress. Take orders. Play this game.