Desmond answered in kind, a low, soft sound of disappointment when her hand fell away, but he kissed the corner of her mouth, the line of her jaw once more. "I won't," he whispered against her ear, teasing, tracing her slick entrance with wet fingertips when he rolled his palm against her once more.
The desire that prompted his need to urge more of those noises out of her warred with his sense of self-preservation. They had to be so, so quiet, every tiny sound could mean discovery, punishment for the both of them, quickening his pulse and ratcheting the tension still in the air.
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Date: 2015-05-27 03:11 am (UTC)The desire that prompted his need to urge more of those noises out of her warred with his sense of self-preservation. They had to be so, so quiet, every tiny sound could mean discovery, punishment for the both of them, quickening his pulse and ratcheting the tension still in the air.