"Marrying me was the gift." Still teasing, but it comes out thick with desire. Watching her strip down is a true pleasure, one he's certain he'll never tire of, and tonight he can appreciate just how efficiently she removes the last of their clothes.
He's not all that hard by the time they get his breeches off, which is significantly less responsive to Vex's charms than his body usually is; under ideal circumstances, just seeing her like this can be enough. But he's not worried about it, at least not yet. Right now, he's too enamored with her presence - and the back-of-his-mind knowledge that she's been holding back, undoubtedly still is to an extent, but less than she was - to care about anything related to him. Even if he can't perform, he's got every intent of getting her off tonight. Holding her close, fucking her with his fingers until she's making all his favorite sounds and clinging to him, would make tonight a triumph in itself.
(But it'll be better if it's not his fingers, and they both know it. With luck, and a little time, maybe.)
His hand smooths back down her spine, no cloth hiding her from his palm this time, and gives her ass a squeeze when he reaches it. This is a proper lady, all flowery words cast aside: She holds power and wields it as though it's her birthright. Drawing her down for another kiss, he drags his hand forward over her hip and between her legs, fingertips moving lightly over her slit. At heart, they're both teases at times, and he knows it.
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He's not all that hard by the time they get his breeches off, which is significantly less responsive to Vex's charms than his body usually is; under ideal circumstances, just seeing her like this can be enough. But he's not worried about it, at least not yet. Right now, he's too enamored with her presence - and the back-of-his-mind knowledge that she's been holding back, undoubtedly still is to an extent, but less than she was - to care about anything related to him. Even if he can't perform, he's got every intent of getting her off tonight. Holding her close, fucking her with his fingers until she's making all his favorite sounds and clinging to him, would make tonight a triumph in itself.
(But it'll be better if it's not his fingers, and they both know it. With luck, and a little time, maybe.)
His hand smooths back down her spine, no cloth hiding her from his palm this time, and gives her ass a squeeze when he reaches it. This is a proper lady, all flowery words cast aside: She holds power and wields it as though it's her birthright. Drawing her down for another kiss, he drags his hand forward over her hip and between her legs, fingertips moving lightly over her slit. At heart, they're both teases at times, and he knows it.