[ Hei hovers over her, a bubble of sound breaking loose from him as she stirs against the straining flesh of his erection, every bit of friction exquisite. With one hand he pins her wrists over her head, while the other slips between her thighs, the heel of his palm grinding against her mons. Half-pinning her, breathing hard against her mouth, he holds her sex like a peach, squeezing before pushing two fingers into her slick folds. Her clit pulses under his thumb. ]
Like I need to spell it out. [ A biting kiss, slicked with the faintest traces of blood, even as he breaks it and glances at the bedside table, reaching with his free arm for the sealed box of condoms these hotels always provide. Not his usual brand, but he'd rather avoid the walk back to the tub for his clothes -- and wallet -- if he can. ]
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Like I need to spell it out. [ A biting kiss, slicked with the faintest traces of blood, even as he breaks it and glances at the bedside table, reaching with his free arm for the sealed box of condoms these hotels always provide. Not his usual brand, but he'd rather avoid the walk back to the tub for his clothes -- and wallet -- if he can. ]