Even the slightest whisper of her finger across his chest sends shivers throughout his whole body. Barely no time at all and he’s back playing the horny teenager again, the least little touch from her lighting him up and pushing him closer and closer to crazy.
“God fucking damn, Trita Airin.”
His voice is shaky as her finger moves down his chest and he gulps hard.
“You always did have those magic fingers, didn’t you.”
The sly smile only gets to stay on his face for a second before he presses his face back to hers, pulling desperately at her bottom lip, feeling the soft skin give under his teeth, pulling it to stretch until she moans into his mouth.
He pulls her shirt over her head too, not even stopping to comment on what he sees, immediately pressing his face to her chest, humming into the soft spot where her cleavage presses against him. It almost slows him down for a minute, almost. Remembering how she’d held his head to her chest and let him fall asleep that night he’d gotten in some awful fight with Kvanne, had snuck out, and climbed up the window at her house. How she’d done the same thing so many more times after that. This is the most comforting place he’s ever had, but he feels too desperate to waste too much time on comfort now. Something tells him they’ll make time for it later.
He’s trying to unclasp her bra behind her back, and he can feel her laugh tumble in her chest, and although he knows she’s laughing at him, he can’t help but laugh with her. In high school he’d pout, get mouthy when she’d make fun of him for not being able to undo her bra to save his life. Now it just feels sweet, a welcome inside joke between the two of them, let out in this space that he thought would never get to exist again.
“God fucking damn, Trita Airin.”
His voice is shaky as her finger moves down his chest and he gulps hard.
“You always did have those magic fingers, didn’t you.”
The sly smile only gets to stay on his face for a second before he presses his face back to hers, pulling desperately at her bottom lip, feeling the soft skin give under his teeth, pulling it to stretch until she moans into his mouth.
He pulls her shirt over her head too, not even stopping to comment on what he sees, immediately pressing his face to her chest, humming into the soft spot where her cleavage presses against him. It almost slows him down for a minute, almost. Remembering how she’d held his head to her chest and let him fall asleep that night he’d gotten in some awful fight with Kvanne, had snuck out, and climbed up the window at her house. How she’d done the same thing so many more times after that. This is the most comforting place he’s ever had, but he feels too desperate to waste too much time on comfort now. Something tells him they’ll make time for it later.
He’s trying to unclasp her bra behind her back, and he can feel her laugh tumble in her chest, and although he knows she’s laughing at him, he can’t help but laugh with her. In high school he’d pout, get mouthy when she’d make fun of him for not being able to undo her bra to save his life. Now it just feels sweet, a welcome inside joke between the two of them, let out in this space that he thought would never get to exist again.