01-15-2025, 12:47 AM
Hayden grinned through the kiss and followed her lead. He didn't exactly mimic what she did but where she went he went. That was the game until she needed otherwise.
His fingers caressed her cheeks, her neck, her jaw and down her arms. Every touch sensual and gentle. His mouth found her neck and he nipped and sucked softly elliciting soft sounds and playing more to make more. Each touch he noted her reaction, it wasn't like a tally or note, but he'd remember everything again. He didn't have a photographic memory but he knew people, retrained that information to use for later.
Every whispered word. Every moan. Every slight twitch told Hayden a story. And he read Elyse like a book. He wasn't great the first time around at anticipating wants and desires, but he knew enough women to know the basics and didn't ever go wrong with the basics.
Time passed with the gentle touches, the mouth and hands lingering above and under clothes. And when that moment came when the sensations were itching too fast, too hard, and they both wanted a little more flesh, Hayden reached around Elyse's hips and pulled her shirt over her head and made fast work to move his mouth lower, to taste her shoulders, kiss the tops of her breasts above her bra.
It would likely go much faster now that clothes were being removed. And details would get blurry but the memories would linger.
His fingers caressed her cheeks, her neck, her jaw and down her arms. Every touch sensual and gentle. His mouth found her neck and he nipped and sucked softly elliciting soft sounds and playing more to make more. Each touch he noted her reaction, it wasn't like a tally or note, but he'd remember everything again. He didn't have a photographic memory but he knew people, retrained that information to use for later.
Every whispered word. Every moan. Every slight twitch told Hayden a story. And he read Elyse like a book. He wasn't great the first time around at anticipating wants and desires, but he knew enough women to know the basics and didn't ever go wrong with the basics.
Time passed with the gentle touches, the mouth and hands lingering above and under clothes. And when that moment came when the sensations were itching too fast, too hard, and they both wanted a little more flesh, Hayden reached around Elyse's hips and pulled her shirt over her head and made fast work to move his mouth lower, to taste her shoulders, kiss the tops of her breasts above her bra.
It would likely go much faster now that clothes were being removed. And details would get blurry but the memories would linger.