Nov 25, 2014
" So keep at it. Nothing’s stopping you. “ When the button succumbs and yields, he cossets fine skin with the meat of a hand. The touch is gentle, exerted with intimate care so not to leave any more than the whisper of brief contact there. The thudding of a heart behind thin walls; that kept him at mild peace.
Hips twitch, in turn, and are slow to rise into contact with the touch. Yet Neel's eyes close once more, ridding himself of any responsibility while tauntingly pretending to drift off to sleep.
