[Her breath panted harshly against those kisses when his mouth found hers. Chloe dropped back into the wall, trembling still, clenching spasms continuing, prolonged with his hips rocking into hers. He was always ready to move, ready to go again and again.]
Bed. Yes. Please.
[As long as he had no intention of pulling free, liking him right where he was.]
no subject
Bed. Yes. Please.
[As long as he had no intention of pulling free, liking him right where he was.]