[ A reflexively held breath when she repositions, the press of Marcus' hand helping her along a little late. But once she's there, he makes the most of it in turn. Well, not the most, but some—his hand getting up under her outer skirt, blindly navigating the fall of petticoat and lace until his hand finds her bare thigh.
Presses his thumb against softer skin, tempting and close. Under her mouth, his kisses are momentarily pliant and easy, distracted and instinctively giving under the feeling of her hand at his jaw. ]
Do I, [ murmured back. ] Best make the most of it, then.
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Presses his thumb against softer skin, tempting and close. Under her mouth, his kisses are momentarily pliant and easy, distracted and instinctively giving under the feeling of her hand at his jaw. ]
Do I, [ murmured back. ] Best make the most of it, then.