Too tight a hold or not, Amelia's far more distracted by the sound of his laughter and the lightly cool breath at her neck to pay it any mind. She's never been one who requires being handled in a delicate way, and now's no different. It may be different from Wolfe, but if she minded every time things were different between them, she'd never get to appreciating him.
Besides, it's late, and the both of them should be asleep. What's a little slip between them if not an admission they're forgoing sleep for each other?
He presents a very good argument for not moving an inch further, one she's very happy to see to as he kisses and bites at her neck. An eager moans escapes her lips as she tilts her head to the side, offering more of herself to him. Yes, this is as far as they're going to make it tonight.
"I think you're right," she breathes, squeezing his cock again. "My legs don't seem willing to move any distance, and I don't want to either." Not when she's got her hands on him and he's lavishing her with attention in return. This is exactly where they need to be.
She leans one shoulder into him to force him against the nearest wall, stumbling after him without letting her hands off of him. Stable enough now, she pumps her fist over his cock slowly, not moving to remove his briefs. This moment is the culmination of a mess of emotions, strange thoughts, and heat, and the best way to mark that is by making more of a mess together. Of him to start, but from the way she presses hungry lips to what parts of his scars she can see on his chest while she strokes him, she's eager to have them both be a mess before they find their way to sleep.
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Besides, it's late, and the both of them should be asleep. What's a little slip between them if not an admission they're forgoing sleep for each other?
He presents a very good argument for not moving an inch further, one she's very happy to see to as he kisses and bites at her neck. An eager moans escapes her lips as she tilts her head to the side, offering more of herself to him. Yes, this is as far as they're going to make it tonight.
"I think you're right," she breathes, squeezing his cock again. "My legs don't seem willing to move any distance, and I don't want to either." Not when she's got her hands on him and he's lavishing her with attention in return. This is exactly where they need to be.
She leans one shoulder into him to force him against the nearest wall, stumbling after him without letting her hands off of him. Stable enough now, she pumps her fist over his cock slowly, not moving to remove his briefs. This moment is the culmination of a mess of emotions, strange thoughts, and heat, and the best way to mark that is by making more of a mess together. Of him to start, but from the way she presses hungry lips to what parts of his scars she can see on his chest while she strokes him, she's eager to have them both be a mess before they find their way to sleep.