[He's lifting his head to kiss at her shoulder, along her collarbone, up that smooth pale throat, nipping lightly there and, oops. Looked like she'd have a Stiles' teeth-shaped mark there. Um... yeah, he was okay with that. He could feel the sting on his back where she'd raked her nails over him, knowing she wouldn't be the only one showing signs that there'd been some naughty play going on.
That was so okay with him.
His lower half had stopped, frozen, his cock actually still throbbing and jerking inside her, his body wanting more, all of it, everything... but he managed to keep himself still.]
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That was so okay with him.
His lower half had stopped, frozen, his cock actually still throbbing and jerking inside her, his body wanting more, all of it, everything... but he managed to keep himself still.]
You... so you, Rach.