Real amateur rubbing on bed
It's just such a fucking turn-on to see you react when I push your buttons.
Whatever you were reading, it must have been very interesting because you hadn't scrolled down the page for over two minutes. Then when I did see what had captured your attention.
And this was most likely not the end of my mood swings from our loss, either. Besides, the bubbles of joy building up inside and the tears in my eyes were going to make it difficult to hide my true emotions much longer.
That once more, instead of handling the situation, I'd tucked my tail like a coward and tried to disappear. He regarded me for a moment longer then helped me stand, walking me into the lobby before wrapping me into his coat.
One run-in had been enough. The morning was just a constant repetition of trying to be a better salesperson than Chris.
At his guttural moan, I engulfed him almost to his base, the PA piercing blocking the rest of the way, as always. Chris flung his head back.
All of it culminated in me being a little on the cranky side when I crawled out of bed Thursday morning.
"Who really turned you on to bondage and dominance?" He laid down kind of sideways on top of me, pulling my arms closer to the top of my head but still holding them in his grip while his cheek rested on my chest, my right breast cushioning him.