[It's a whine, almost incredulous. She grinds down hard against him, needy, and her fingernails dig into his skin with a short gasp.
Her hand runs down his chest and traces his waistband, but after a moment instead she withdraws it the rest of the way, sitting up slightly and retrieving a knife from somewhere in her skirt and hooking that under the edge of his pants.]
Then—I'll get those clothes off you, so I can see you sprawled out naked on my bed, wanting me. And then I'll ride you, so I can have you hot inside me as long as I possibly can. Until you can't take any more.
Re: Day 262
[It's a whine, almost incredulous. She grinds down hard against him, needy, and her fingernails dig into his skin with a short gasp.
Her hand runs down his chest and traces his waistband, but after a moment instead she withdraws it the rest of the way, sitting up slightly and retrieving a knife from somewhere in her skirt and hooking that under the edge of his pants.]
Then—I'll get those clothes off you, so I can see you sprawled out naked on my bed, wanting me. And then I'll ride you, so I can have you hot inside me as long as I possibly can. Until you can't take any more.