[ There's a soft, fond sigh from your fiancee: it's a rush of sound and warmth over your skin, and following on its tails is your boy's tongue lapping up the sweat trickling down from your temple. Then the hand he has on your neck is moving, turning your face to one side. Given how worked up you are, it's entirely possible that, even in your blindness, you'll be able to feel the hover of his lips close to your lips. ]
Let yourself go, love. I've got you.
[ He had, after all, done this to you just to see if he could, and to leave you hot and bothered and strung out in the aftermath. That was just going to make actually fucking you better. ]
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Let yourself go, love. I've got you.
[ He had, after all, done this to you just to see if he could, and to leave you hot and bothered and strung out in the aftermath. That was just going to make actually fucking you better. ]