[ Robb, in all of his eager haste, doesn't seem to notice or mind the slight gaffe about the other men she's been with. He's much to focused on the way her legs wrap around him and the feeling of his skin pressed oh-so-deliciously against his. The head of his cock drags over her belly as his hips hitch forward in an involuntary little motion. Robb forces himself to pause, to take a breath, to wait, even if every nerve in his body is screaming at him and his instincts seem to want to do nothing more than bury himself in her until he's spent.
He can't be like that. He won't be a beast.
So Robb pulls himself short and allows her to guide his hand between them, fingernails sliding over sensitive skin, the tips of his fingers gliding over the lips of her sex and then the little nub of her clit, tentatively exploring and feeling, finding out what makes her gasp and moan.
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sorry for the delay, busy weekend.
Date: 2016-10-24 03:23 pm (UTC)He can't be like that. He won't be a beast.
So Robb pulls himself short and allows her to guide his hand between them, fingernails sliding over sensitive skin, the tips of his fingers gliding over the lips of her sex and then the little nub of her clit, tentatively exploring and feeling, finding out what makes her gasp and moan.
He doesn't have words for a response. Not yet. ]