George
He accepted her kiss gladly, his hands at her waist pulling her greedily closer, very much intent on returning the favor. But he paused she pulled back, his brow furrowing in confusion as he frowned slightly. "But - it's your turn," he said playfully, taking one of her hands to raise it to his lips, where he brushed a kiss against her knuckles. "I was looking forward to it," he added, voice husky, the hand on her hip tracing patterns on her skin as it skimmed towards her spine.
Of course, if she insisted, or acted resistant in any way, he'd stop immediately; he was never one to pressure a partner, but it did make him wonder if perhaps he'd done something wrong. Or if he'd somehow made her feel that she owed him something, or if she'd had some other reason for doing what she'd done. Or maybe he was overthinking things. He certainly wasn't thinking clearly, not after that.
Of course, if she insisted, or acted resistant in any way, he'd stop immediately; he was never one to pressure a partner, but it did make him wonder if perhaps he'd done something wrong. Or if he'd somehow made her feel that she owed him something, or if she'd had some other reason for doing what she'd done. Or maybe he was overthinking things. He certainly wasn't thinking clearly, not after that.
