[Perhaps he underestimated just how crazy that humming of hers would drive him. Each time she does it, the coil of arousal in his stomach winds itself even tighter, short-circuiting more and more of his ability to think or do anything outside of moan and stroke her hair in encouragement.
It takes him a long moment to be able to string words together in a coherent enough fashion to make another suggestion to her.]
There's... nnn... there's a spot right beneath the head...
September 26th - The Marathon
It takes him a long moment to be able to string words together in a coherent enough fashion to make another suggestion to her.]
There's... nnn... there's a spot right beneath the head...