There was another soft, gusty sigh as her hand moved, as her kiss became a little more aggressive. He arched his chest, pressing his chest into her touch and using his heavier weight to press them both back down onto the bed.

If he straddled her thigh, he knew, she would be able to feel how wet his cunt was. She was not hesitant about the look of his body, but the boldness of that contact seemed too much, no matter how much he wanted to be as close to her as he could manage. No matter how much his body longed to be pressed right up against her, slipping and grinding against hers until they were both breathless.