Oh but how she wants to let him in, but she won't. He may never love her, but he will always respect her. "I saved your life," she hisses, surging beneath him, letting him feel her strength. "Can't you give me this? Just one dinner."
The hand in his hair slips to his chest, nails dragging along his skin, painting lines of fire. He finds out how strong her thighs really are. She lets him lift her, and wraps her legs around that insistent knee, locking her ankles in a vice-like grip. He can feel how slick and hot she is, and he can feel her rock against him.
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Date: 2010-03-06 11:34 pm (UTC)The hand in his hair slips to his chest, nails dragging along his skin, painting lines of fire. He finds out how strong her thighs really are. She lets him lift her, and wraps her legs around that insistent knee, locking her ankles in a vice-like grip. He can feel how slick and hot she is, and he can feel her rock against him.
The hand around his prick never stops moving.