[ There's no instinct there for him; no jump of fear. Just an intense need and desire. But they are on opposite sides of the divide, aren't they? He's a predatory, a carnivore, and she's an herbivore. A dividing line that maybe ought to keep the mapart, but certainly doesn't. Not now. There's a noise from him - a laugh - as her toes catch against his waistband and he drops a hand to help with it, shuffling it off of his hips as they lock lips again.
He deepens the kiss and as he does, he steps out of his slacks and slides onto the bed with her, covering her with his body and his larger bulk. How small she seems to be compared to him is always a point of amazement and early on he was afraid of hurting her.
Not so now.
His hand, now free, slides up her side, cups the slenderness of her waist. There's no need to rush this, is there? ]
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He deepens the kiss and as he does, he steps out of his slacks and slides onto the bed with her, covering her with his body and his larger bulk. How small she seems to be compared to him is always a point of amazement and early on he was afraid of hurting her.
Not so now.
His hand, now free, slides up her side, cups the slenderness of her waist. There's no need to rush this, is there? ]