[Now he arches an eyebrow, though it's more out of amusement than anything else. He's quick to take advantage of this new position to press his lips to hers in a slow, lingering kiss, the grin on his face mischievous when he finally pulls away.
And then her hand is on him and he's arching his hips up a little before he can even stop himself, aroused by both this action and her words. He likes this. If this boldness is the product of her growing more used to being intimate with him? He is not complaining one bit.]
September 26th - The Marathon
And then her hand is on him and he's arching his hips up a little before he can even stop himself, aroused by both this action and her words. He likes this. If this boldness is the product of her growing more used to being intimate with him? He is not complaining one bit.]
You want it right now?