[ She leans into him a bit more and it warms him through. Not just because of the obvious reason, but also in that he likes holding her like this. Having her close, with or without the current configuration of her top off. He returns her sigh with a content hum of his own, slowly smoothing his hands down her back.
Of course, their moments don't always last long. Her weight drops more into his lap and she goes still, muscles tensing. Undoubtedly he's pressed against her and it's forcing her out of a comforting space. He can't help the sting of disappointment, but he understands. And he sets his hands on her waist where the ties of her robe are, avoiding skin. ]
Need to stop? [ It's felt good. More than good. But he doesn't want to push if it will stop feeling that way. There's also the fact that he won't say no to simply crawling back into bed and holding her without any pretense. ]
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Of course, their moments don't always last long. Her weight drops more into his lap and she goes still, muscles tensing. Undoubtedly he's pressed against her and it's forcing her out of a comforting space. He can't help the sting of disappointment, but he understands. And he sets his hands on her waist where the ties of her robe are, avoiding skin. ]
Need to stop? [ It's felt good. More than good. But he doesn't want to push if it will stop feeling that way. There's also the fact that he won't say no to simply crawling back into bed and holding her without any pretense. ]