Her hand patted down, palm held stiff. She was game, but this was new.
Her
fringe fell into her eyes as she tilted her head to try glimpse his
expression,
having expected him to make some sort of noise. Cry, perhaps. She
would have
cried.
She whispered an apology after a harder
smack.
"No." He looked back, before obscuring his hot face in the cotton
quilt that
smelt so much of her, of them. "Don't hesitate. Don't be afraid to
make me feel
it."
He rocked his hips in an encouraging pulse, silently
drawing her attention back
to his bareness.
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