[ luke lifts his shoulders, but the shrug is lost in the way his head dips and his shoulder-blades push against his flesh as he kisses his way across the expanse of collarbones now open to him. he thinks to lean back and watch the show, the revealing of herself to him, but luke is greedy and impatient and finds himself much preferring the tactile contact than one of him gazing upon her helplessly. ]
You're going to have to get off me if you expect me to help. [ or be of any use. while clarisse very much thinks dry humping is of the past, luke really doesn't care as long as she keeps grinding herself against him. if he bothers to move, he'll be able to flatten their chests together and feel her heart beat right beside his, rather than by his cheek or beneath his hungry mouth. he bucks his own hips, but finds the position a little difficult in doing so. she can grind against him all she likes, but he has to lie there and take it, hardly able to strike back as though this were a spar of swords. she's sitting on him, caging him in, and luke wants her to lift herself up and bare some of the weight,but he finds it hard pressed against his upper thighs. it's then he realises he'd like to be able to feel his effect on her, rather than simply hear it, but his hands can't free themselves of their hard grip on her hips and go exploring; he finds himself liking gripping onto the bone there. ]
[ reluctantly, though, he removes one hand grudgingly from her hip, sliding it down her thigh, before dropping it to his own pants and his joins hers with looping the button out of the hole. he's removed his face from her collarbones, his eyes glancing down at where their hands are. he thinks to look up at her, but luke has a feeling that he'll lose this little game they've found themselves playing if he does so. ] Still gonna have to get off.
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You're going to have to get off me if you expect me to help. [ or be of any use. while clarisse very much thinks dry humping is of the past, luke really doesn't care as long as she keeps grinding herself against him. if he bothers to move, he'll be able to flatten their chests together and feel her heart beat right beside his, rather than by his cheek or beneath his hungry mouth. he bucks his own hips, but finds the position a little difficult in doing so. she can grind against him all she likes, but he has to lie there and take it, hardly able to strike back as though this were a spar of swords. she's sitting on him, caging him in, and luke wants her to lift herself up and bare some of the weight,but he finds it hard pressed against his upper thighs. it's then he realises he'd like to be able to feel his effect on her, rather than simply hear it, but his hands can't free themselves of their hard grip on her hips and go exploring; he finds himself liking gripping onto the bone there. ]
[ reluctantly, though, he removes one hand grudgingly from her hip, sliding it down her thigh, before dropping it to his own pants and his joins hers with looping the button out of the hole. he's removed his face from her collarbones, his eyes glancing down at where their hands are. he thinks to look up at her, but luke has a feeling that he'll lose this little game they've found themselves playing if he does so. ] Still gonna have to get off.