Small pinpricks of fire trail down the center of her chest in the wake of Rhys's mouth. She tries not to think of him as Rhys but it is him, even if his touch is so different. Her chest rises which each breath as she leans back and watches him lower himself between her thighs.
It's so hard not to think of Rhys.
Her lips part slightly and a sharp inhale of breathe echoes through the apartment. His teeth scrapes along the sensitive flesh and her body responses eagerly.
"You're a coy one, aren't you?" She tried to keep her voice steady but he was doing a good job and Enis couldn't fight the desires and reactions of her body. They were entirely outside of her control.
She reaches forward and laces her fingers through his hair as she directs his head. "I'm tired of waiting." And she didn't think he'd give a damn if she was forceful about it.
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It's so hard not to think of Rhys.
Her lips part slightly and a sharp inhale of breathe echoes through the apartment. His teeth scrapes along the sensitive flesh and her body responses eagerly.
"You're a coy one, aren't you?" She tried to keep her voice steady but he was doing a good job and Enis couldn't fight the desires and reactions of her body. They were entirely outside of her control.
She reaches forward and laces her fingers through his hair as she directs his head. "I'm tired of waiting." And she didn't think he'd give a damn if she was forceful about it.