She whimpers into his mouth when his hips start moving, one of her legs curling around the back of his knee. She feels like a lightning rod in the middle of a thunderstorm, humming with sensations she hasn't felt in years. It's leaving her oversensitive and breathless.
She would be nervous as well, if it were anyone else. But he smirks and it makes her laugh — at least what passes for a laugh when their lips are hard-pressed to part.
"But if I don't ... y'run th'risk of'm runnin' laps over you in th'middle of th'night."
She lifts her shoulders off the mattress to help him work at her clothes, pulling at the hem of his shirt at the same time.
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She whimpers into his mouth when his hips start moving, one of her legs curling around the back of his knee. She feels like a lightning rod in the middle of a thunderstorm, humming with sensations she hasn't felt in years. It's leaving her oversensitive and breathless.
She would be nervous as well, if it were anyone else. But he smirks and it makes her laugh — at least what passes for a laugh when their lips are hard-pressed to part.
"But if I don't ... y'run th'risk of'm runnin' laps over you in th'middle of th'night."
She lifts her shoulders off the mattress to help him work at her clothes, pulling at the hem of his shirt at the same time.
"M'guessin' y'don't want that."