Expectations
Now it was his hands that explored her body. Different from the faint phantoms that had brought her to such a fevered pitch before. These hands were all too real, rough but gentle, fumbling a little in their uncertainty.
But she wouldn't allow him to hesitate. Urging him on, using her own light touch to goad him. Their hurried breaths became one, fast and light. Moisture beaded to the surface and was licked away, enjoyed for its salty taste and the essence it held. Teeth nibbled, testing the fleshy barriers, lips soothing the sting afterwards.
Finally the moment came and he stood poised, straining to take the plunge.