[ The touch to his neck is helping, strangely. Or perhaps not so strangely. He's gotten used to this kind of touch and he leans into it a bit, enjoying the warmth coming from her palms.
As she gives him a kiss, he squeezes her chest again, still gentle, starting to feel warm all over once more, the chill over the damp skin dropping away. ]
I'm not pushing. [ If there's no more licking, he'll be fine. Though honestly if all they end up doing is kissing and touching already bared skin, he can't complain. Despite the clear interest his body is taking; he's used to taking care of that on his own, one way or another. ]
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As she gives him a kiss, he squeezes her chest again, still gentle, starting to feel warm all over once more, the chill over the damp skin dropping away. ]
I'm not pushing. [ If there's no more licking, he'll be fine. Though honestly if all they end up doing is kissing and touching already bared skin, he can't complain. Despite the clear interest his body is taking; he's used to taking care of that on his own, one way or another. ]
Did you want to stop?