He steps out of the last of his clothes and follows her onto the bed.
When her pants go over the bed he trails his palm along her thigh and up, skating her side with his fingertips while leaning to press his lips to her collarbone.
"Thought I was the impatient one." He mumbles against her skin.
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He steps out of the last of his clothes and follows her onto the bed.
When her pants go over the bed he trails his palm along her thigh and up, skating her side with his fingertips while leaning to press his lips to her collarbone.
"Thought I was the impatient one." He mumbles against her skin.