[The sharp grin she gets in response suggests she'd padded his ego nicely either way. Honestly, she probably is being honest; he has a feeling she'd tell him if he were lacking in any way. She presses herself forward, and his first thought-- shy?-- before realizing that she's trying to keep this from going too fast. Which, shit, talk about padding his ego . . .]
You sure you want this to be your skimp out session?
[He stares up at her, chest rising and falling beneath her wandering hands, taking a moment to do nothing but look. Her skin's already flushed, and the curve of her chest leaves him aching to do nothing but put his mouth to her.]
I could still fuck you against the wall, you know.
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You sure you want this to be your skimp out session?
[He stares up at her, chest rising and falling beneath her wandering hands, taking a moment to do nothing but look. Her skin's already flushed, and the curve of her chest leaves him aching to do nothing but put his mouth to her.]
I could still fuck you against the wall, you know.