[ He just about manages to stop himself from groaning aloud as the head of his cock slides over the soft curve of her stomach. His hands curl and uncurl at his sides, tail twitching in the spray of water, as she glances down at notices it. ]
You, ah. [ He takes a careful breath, then reaches out carefully and brushes his fingertips against her hip, the slightest touch, his gaze intent on her expression, tracking every small change in her mood. ]
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You, ah. [ He takes a careful breath, then reaches out carefully and brushes his fingertips against her hip, the slightest touch, his gaze intent on her expression, tracking every small change in her mood. ]
You can stay. If you want.