[Then she'd recognize that breathy groan, that needy little moan he let slip against her shoulder as she touched him. Still sitting with her on his lap, he tried to focus on her, on his fingers moving inside her, on the way her body tensed around them, on all those little sounds she made that let him know he was making her feel good.]
Been thinking about you all week. Splayed out on my bed. Naked. Warm... you're always so bloody warm.
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Been thinking about you all week. Splayed out on my bed. Naked. Warm... you're always so bloody warm.