I think you love it more.
-gets up to look at him- you talk to much deary. -kisses him before he can say anything more- -continually grinding into him as his kissing gets deeper-
Yeah, not really.
I do n-- -gets cut off by the kiss, returning it eagerly, matching his motions in earnest- -turns them over so that he's on top, divesting Chris of his boxers, tossing them to the side, trailing kisses down his chest-










