River tugged and pushed at his clothing to get it down his legs. She was mostly successful, save a trouser leg pooling at his ankle.
There was something in that phrase, perhaps his tone more so than the words themselves, that brought her back to the first night of their relationship. He'd said something similar when they'd crossed the threshold from former client and detective to lovers.
Maybe she was getting sentimental, but she couldn't help whispering much the same thing she'd said to him that first night. Her lips lingered a fraction of an inch from his to reply.
"You've got me, sweetie."
Her hand caressed as his erection between them. "Does this mean we're jumping to the main event?" She asked with a sly smile.
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There was something in that phrase, perhaps his tone more so than the words themselves, that brought her back to the first night of their relationship. He'd said something similar when they'd crossed the threshold from former client and detective to lovers.
Maybe she was getting sentimental, but she couldn't help whispering much the same thing she'd said to him that first night. Her lips lingered a fraction of an inch from his to reply.
"You've got me, sweetie."
Her hand caressed as his erection between them. "Does this mean we're jumping to the main event?" She asked with a sly smile.