Something else, and he doesn't know what, but he would much rather do as asked than stop to find out. Loxley's eyes close as Derrica kisses him, receptive while she sets the pace and the closeness of it, her hands holding him like so. His pulls himself nearer, and her nearer, sliding an arm beneath and around her while his other hand roams over the slopes of her body.
"I'm right here," he murmurs between kisses. "I'm not going anywhere."
The crush of their bodies pressed close feels comfortably warm on this particular winter evening (or morning, depending on the direction you're coming at it). The impulse is to roll her under him, but his hindbrain remembers very nearly falling off the bed and the laziness of the hour compels him to settle them both into the sink of the mattress just like this, nudging a thigh between her legs.
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Something else, and he doesn't know what, but he would much rather do as asked than stop to find out. Loxley's eyes close as Derrica kisses him, receptive while she sets the pace and the closeness of it, her hands holding him like so. His pulls himself nearer, and her nearer, sliding an arm beneath and around her while his other hand roams over the slopes of her body.
"I'm right here," he murmurs between kisses. "I'm not going anywhere."
The crush of their bodies pressed close feels comfortably warm on this particular winter evening (or morning, depending on the direction you're coming at it). The impulse is to roll her under him, but his hindbrain remembers very nearly falling off the bed and the laziness of the hour compels him to settle them both into the sink of the mattress just like this, nudging a thigh between her legs.