[ The motion of pulling her hands by the wrists over her head is met with a delighted gasp. She can feel how hard he is against her and sends a shockwave of warmth to pool in the pit of her belly. She wants to remember this, she thinks, she doesn’t want to forget any of this night. Well, except maybe the puking part but even that seems dim and miles away now.

Breaking away from his kiss is a necessary evil, but only so she can do as she’s asked. WIth his body pressed so close to hers however, she takes the opportunity to pepper whatever she can reach with her lips in kisses — in this case, his collarbone, his shoulder and the gentle curve of his beautiful neck. ]

I thought about washing your hair and running my hands down your neck and chest. [ Small nips and bites are added between her kisses as she fights the temptation to not leave behind marks. ] I thought about reaching down between your legs to take care of you the way you took care of me that night in the maze.

[ As if to emphasize it, there’s a pronounced jut of her pelvis into his hardened cock. ]

You ran away before I could.