For some reason, Benedict has been manfully trying not to think about the fact that all of Ninon's lovely warm skin has been oh-so close to his cock. It seems disrespectful, somehow, to let himself be aware of the fact that her weight is nearly perched directly over his groin, and should she wish to move a little closer, he might wind up poking her with it.
That seems to be a moot point, though, as her wandering hand quickly starts to wander quite close to the very part of his body he is trying so hard not to think about.
"Yes," he breathes, instead of the what a stupid question he'd been trying to articulate, unable to joke any longer when the promise of physical contact is so close at hand. Literally.
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Date: 2018-12-14 03:17 am (UTC)That seems to be a moot point, though, as her wandering hand quickly starts to wander quite close to the very part of his body he is trying so hard not to think about.
"Yes," he breathes, instead of the what a stupid question he'd been trying to articulate, unable to joke any longer when the promise of physical contact is so close at hand. Literally.