Celibacy was both a choice and a necessity, but that doesn't mean he particularly enjoys it. He has the same urges any young man has, and the fact that he spends nearly the entirety of his waking hours in the presence of a beautiful woman who, for some reason, seems to want to kiss him tries even his own much-lauded patience.
Especially when she does things like take one of his big hands in her own and slides it up her bodice, to the curve of her breast where it swells above the firm bones of her corset.
He doesn't moan, managing to swallow back the urge, but his throat clicks audibly as he does so, and he has a feeling his ears are growing red. He doesn't take his hand away, but he does hesitate. What is he supposed to do? He doesn't want to...squeeze too tightly, what if he hurts her? But she put his hand there herself, so she clearly wants him to touch her, expects it to be pleasurable. Bracing himself for making a complete and utter fool of himself, he instead traces his fingertips lightly over the skin just above the neckline of her bodice, feeling the lace beneath his fingertips bend as he brushes past it, her skin warm beneath his questing touch.
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Especially when she does things like take one of his big hands in her own and slides it up her bodice, to the curve of her breast where it swells above the firm bones of her corset.
He doesn't moan, managing to swallow back the urge, but his throat clicks audibly as he does so, and he has a feeling his ears are growing red. He doesn't take his hand away, but he does hesitate. What is he supposed to do? He doesn't want to...squeeze too tightly, what if he hurts her? But she put his hand there herself, so she clearly wants him to touch her, expects it to be pleasurable. Bracing himself for making a complete and utter fool of himself, he instead traces his fingertips lightly over the skin just above the neckline of her bodice, feeling the lace beneath his fingertips bend as he brushes past it, her skin warm beneath his questing touch.