[He lifts his head, it could be described, aggressively to meet her hungry kisses. At the same time, he plants his feet on the bed to give him more leverage, grinding back up on her in a clumsy, greedy rhythm. Quickly he realizes it doesn't work, and refocuses to get them closer.
Lifting his hips, he tilts Kyrie forward, cupping her face through the kisses with one hand and sparing the other to tug at the waistband of his boxers. It's a bit of a struggle with physics, so determined is he not to move her or make her get off of him, but with a few bucks and wiggles he manages to inch them down until he can kick them off victoriously. There comes the usual extension of his blush all the way down to his stomach as Kyrie gets a glimpse at all of him, rock hard and aching for her.
Fortunately, it's mostly a physical reaction at this point. For him it's been nine months, man...]
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Lifting his hips, he tilts Kyrie forward, cupping her face through the kisses with one hand and sparing the other to tug at the waistband of his boxers. It's a bit of a struggle with physics, so determined is he not to move her or make her get off of him, but with a few bucks and wiggles he manages to inch them down until he can kick them off victoriously. There comes the usual extension of his blush all the way down to his stomach as Kyrie gets a glimpse at all of him, rock hard and aching for her.
Fortunately, it's mostly a physical reaction at this point. For him it's been nine months, man...]
God, please, touch me.