Touch

His hold deliberately lingers and presses just firm enough for me to register the weight of them, to take in just how big his hands are against me. His movement is slow, teasing, as he trails one hand down my hips while the other comes to cradle my cheek. It's impossible to hide the flush that rushes to my face as I almost bury myself in his touch, something he's quick to catch.

"Don't hide from me."

A plea and a command all at once. He can feel the sheepish smile that comes to me as I turn my gaze back to his. The flush is quick to grow deeper as I feel his thumb brush against my cheek with a rumbling hum of pride.

"So pretty for me."

The rumble of his voice alone is already enough to leave me blushing, but with the weight of his praise and touch added to it, it's enough to leave me completely breathless and he knows it. I can feel his breath against my skin as I let myself fall into his touch, can feel the marvel in his eyes and fingers as he holds me.

"Meine Liebe."

The kiss he presses to my lips is as slow and teasing as the weight of his hands against me, carrying a hunger all the same that's quick to leave me sinking against him. I can feel how he grins against me as I moan against his touch, the hand on my hip trailing to massage my thigh as he deepens the kiss.

The cradle of his hand against my cheek shifts when we part, his thumb gently brushing against my mouth as our temples press. I can feel him press against my bottom lip, something quicker to pull a breath of a gasp and a plea for him out of me quicker than either of us seem to anticipate it. I can feel the stutter of his breath held to him like this, before the proud rumble of a laugh that pours from him is quick to make the flush deeper.

Gradually, he shifts the hold of his hand to press the tip of his index finger to my lips, goosebumps quick to rise to my skin from the weight of this alone against me. I nearly plead for him again before my words are quick to fade to a moan as I feel him press himself past the first knuckle inside my mouth. He's careful, weighing, yet teasing all the same as he basks in the warmth of my mouth before I feel the tip of another finger pressed to my lips.

I can't muffle the moan that leaves me as I shift to take more of him, nearly keening at the shuddering gasp of a moan that leaves him at the sight of me. I can feel the hand on my thigh kneading deeper, firmer as he practically purrs against me. His fingers press themselves deeper into my mouth, thrusting at a pace both languid yet teasing.

"You take me so well, liebling."

The whimper in his voice is quick to pull another keen from me, quick to leave me chasing more of his touch. God, I'm already bucking against him from this alone...I can catch how hard he is against me like this, something quick to leave me closer to the edge before I feel his lips press to the skin of my neck, as he murmurs another praise that completely leaves me sinking.

"So gut für mich, meine Liebe."

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writing [this is another type of indulgent ramble that got further away from me than I anticipated. I've been thinking about his hands lately.] [the thing is I could've kept going. I could keep talking about his hands teasing further but I already was just in deep over THIS.]

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Need

I need to make out with that man so bad.

Need to give him a kiss both hungry and craving that has a muffled moan of surprise leaving him before he sinks into it, his hands quick to hold along my waist as he pulls me closer to him. That languid form of hunger lingers before I feel his tongue graze against my bottom lip, my hands reaching to bunch his collar as I let him deepen the kiss.

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I want to feel his hand trail up my back beneath my shirt, need to feel the mix of a hum and a growl he presses to my neck when I break the kiss with a gasp at his touch, something that only grows when I feel his hands shift to lift me. His pace is brisk as he takes me to the operating table, kiss-bitten lips still brushing against mine as I feel him lay me down against it.

I need to feel him kiss me so fervently the moment my back meets the cool steel, need to feel how he moans and shakes in the haze of pleasure as my hands clutch his open shirt to bring him down with me. Need to finally, finally card my fingers through his hair as he straddles me, hands trailing along my body as I can feel how hard he is this close to him.

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writing [this is less of a drabble and more of a very indulgent ramble. the point still stands that I Need him.]

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