Let him live, okay. Man lived most of his life without a caring touch and he's absolutely living for these moments. Sex is great, but you ever just get the best scratches behind your ears?
Oh, but what she says really drops straight into the pit of his stomach and when he opens his eyes, they have definitely dilated along with a slight shudder. Obviously, he is far from opposed to the prospect. It wouldn't be the first time he got on his knees for someone nor would it be last.] 'm not that tall, but you can always find out yourself. [A lot of the guys are about her height, so she has her work cut out for her. But at the very least, this guy seems far from bothered at the idea of being brought to his knees.
Besides, isn't she doing that right now? She's really trying to kill him, it feels. Those hands in his hair and the way her fingers press against the back of his neck in such a wondrous way that he can't help but let his eyes slide shut again. His shoulders droop and she can feel his warm breath against her skin as he sighs contently.
Forget the painting, he feels like he's being spoiled rotten right now.] You really out here pampering me and I think I rudely not even offered a name. Wriothesley...
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[You have your own??? Why would you take his?!!
Let him live, okay. Man lived most of his life without a caring touch and he's absolutely living for these moments. Sex is great, but you ever just get the best scratches behind your ears?
Oh, but what she says really drops straight into the pit of his stomach and when he opens his eyes, they have definitely dilated along with a slight shudder. Obviously, he is far from opposed to the prospect. It wouldn't be the first time he got on his knees for someone nor would it be last.] 'm not that tall, but you can always find out yourself. [A lot of the guys are about her height, so she has her work cut out for her. But at the very least, this guy seems far from bothered at the idea of being brought to his knees.
Besides, isn't she doing that right now? She's really trying to kill him, it feels. Those hands in his hair and the way her fingers press against the back of his neck in such a wondrous way that he can't help but let his eyes slide shut again. His shoulders droop and she can feel his warm breath against her skin as he sighs contently.
Forget the painting, he feels like he's being spoiled rotten right now.] You really out here pampering me and I think I rudely not even offered a name. Wriothesley...