[He breathes on her skin as he murmurs his response like a prayer. He nuzzles the insides of her thighs gently, playfully. His arms hold her steady - one curled around the back of her thighs, the other still reaching up along the line of her body to tease that peaked nipple.
Then it's more than breath, as he presses his face closer and draws his tongue across her, soft and eager.
He hopes she has little cause to reflect that the motion is familiar to him, from his newest memories, but that thought is fleeting even for him, as he's anchored in the moment and its warm reality, shifting himself further down as her continues, so she can straddle him if she wishes, or simply continue to stand or lean and let him tease her one patient stroke at a time.]
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[He breathes on her skin as he murmurs his response like a prayer. He nuzzles the insides of her thighs gently, playfully. His arms hold her steady - one curled around the back of her thighs, the other still reaching up along the line of her body to tease that peaked nipple.
Then it's more than breath, as he presses his face closer and draws his tongue across her, soft and eager.
He hopes she has little cause to reflect that the motion is familiar to him, from his newest memories, but that thought is fleeting even for him, as he's anchored in the moment and its warm reality, shifting himself further down as her continues, so she can straddle him if she wishes, or simply continue to stand or lean and let him tease her one patient stroke at a time.]