[ she moans after his finger moves just a few inches over her skin, because it feels cold and hot all at once, which is when she realizes it's just the paint that's cold, and the slide of his finger over her skin making her feel hot. so weird, so, so weird. ]
But I need kisses. [ she doesn't know where exactly, but she's sure she needs them, and she wants to be kissing him back, so clearly just asking him to kiss her is the best way to solve that. ] At least try some honey, you can lick it off my fingers. I could lick it off of yours. [ apparently the thought is enough to make her forget that that's what's making her feel crazy right now, because then she's pulling at her cuff so she can try and reach to where she pushed the little honeypot across the nightstand ]
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But I need kisses. [ she doesn't know where exactly, but she's sure she needs them, and she wants to be kissing him back, so clearly just asking him to kiss her is the best way to solve that. ] At least try some honey, you can lick it off my fingers. I could lick it off of yours. [ apparently the thought is enough to make her forget that that's what's making her feel crazy right now, because then she's pulling at her cuff so she can try and reach to where she pushed the little honeypot across the nightstand ]