[He's pressed right up against her opening now; when he says this, he gives a slight rock of his hips, not enough to push inside but enough to make it feel like he's about to. Her fingers in his hair earn a low hum of pleasure, and he's all too happy to oblige her by brushing his lips against her ear, his breath hot on her skin.]
September 26th - The Marathon
[He's pressed right up against her opening now; when he says this, he gives a slight rock of his hips, not enough to push inside but enough to make it feel like he's about to. Her fingers in his hair earn a low hum of pleasure, and he's all too happy to oblige her by brushing his lips against her ear, his breath hot on her skin.]