Derrica doesn't know. What she knows is that she'd suspend them both here for ages if she could. Her entire body is oversensitized, skin prickling under the sweep of his hands, the heat of Loxley's palms lingering even after he's set his hands elsewhere on her body, and the way they move together is almost unbearable but for the control she exerts over the pace.
But Derrica isn't interested in setting Loxley up for failure. There is no doubt in her that he wants to give her exactly what she asked of him.
It's why even when everything goes blurry with heat and sweat and the clutch of hands, there's a murmured recall, "I've got you," against his mouth, hands in his hair, thumbs light at his temples as she watches every shift of expression across his face. A soft kiss between whispers. "Talk to me."
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Derrica doesn't know. What she knows is that she'd suspend them both here for ages if she could. Her entire body is oversensitized, skin prickling under the sweep of his hands, the heat of Loxley's palms lingering even after he's set his hands elsewhere on her body, and the way they move together is almost unbearable but for the control she exerts over the pace.
But Derrica isn't interested in setting Loxley up for failure. There is no doubt in her that he wants to give her exactly what she asked of him.
It's why even when everything goes blurry with heat and sweat and the clutch of hands, there's a murmured recall, "I've got you," against his mouth, hands in his hair, thumbs light at his temples as she watches every shift of expression across his face. A soft kiss between whispers. "Talk to me."