"Hey," I say softly, moving towards him. I stroke his cheek, step into his space, a knee shyly intruding between his just a little. "If you don't want to, that's okay. But I think I can make you feel good."
My voice is appallingly hoarse. I want this on every level, want to feel him inside me, want to help him forget his worries.
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Date: 2012-05-17 04:35 am (UTC)My voice is appallingly hoarse. I want this on every level, want to feel him inside me, want to help him forget his worries.