[He followed her unspoken desire and kept his clothes on, only pausing a moment to tug the ties to his trousers, for her to open and lower as she pleased. She had command over him in a way he was happy to accept. He had to smile. She had never expressed the desire very often, but he knew intrinsically that she was pleased with this power and position.
His hands ran up over her thighs to her hips, squeezing them gently. He wouldn't guide her movements, but would feel every shift and swirl of her hips. He took in a sharp breath, marveling at her body. The soft coloring, the slight perfume to her silver hair, and how well her curves fit into his palm. She was perfect.]
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His hands ran up over her thighs to her hips, squeezing them gently. He wouldn't guide her movements, but would feel every shift and swirl of her hips. He took in a sharp breath, marveling at her body. The soft coloring, the slight perfume to her silver hair, and how well her curves fit into his palm. She was perfect.]