I am a pale butterfly spread beside him; on my back, cupped in his embrace, one bent knee trapped between his thighs which he is keeping resolutely pressed together. He has an arm lying heavily on my twisted hip, another hand cradling my neck.
We slide from talking into kissing, and his hand moves inwards.
My body unfolds as far as possible, testing the restraint, relishing the increased pinch along my flank as he responds. The other leg reaching across the bed feels curiously light and free in contrast to the acute angle of the restricted thigh, one arm flung outwards while the other is lost somewhere between our naked bodies.
I have the sensation of having being caught with intent and i suspect i am about to be toyed with.
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Lovely stuff - reading it is just like eating an ice cream on a summer's day :)
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