[He could feel her appreciation in her touch, and liked it. It was a point of pride for him that at thirty-seven summers, he'd kept his body as strong and well-shaped as at seventeen. He moved to her touch, leaned into it, put himself in her hands. She'd earned the right to do with him as she pleased. Even if it meant teasing him with patience that he could barely equal.
One hand snaked down and slid, still just a touch hesitant, down the front of her pants. He brushed against the smooth, perfect skin of her thighs, and grinned as he traced a slow circle between her legs, her heat sending a pleasant jolt from his hand to his arm, and down into his crotch. Not so much urging her on, as inviting her, eager to give her all that she would want to take.]
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One hand snaked down and slid, still just a touch hesitant, down the front of her pants. He brushed against the smooth, perfect skin of her thighs, and grinned as he traced a slow circle between her legs, her heat sending a pleasant jolt from his hand to his arm, and down into his crotch. Not so much urging her on, as inviting her, eager to give her all that she would want to take.]