Bloopers
He gave her exactly what she wanted, her nails craping over his knuckles as he rubbed over her clit and made her body twitch under him.
“Because he seems to be a man of old pride and I’m sure he wouldn’t like a woman asking him on a fist date.”
“Are you trying to persuade me?” he teased when she slowly pulled back and the boobed forwards again.
He folded his clothes and tousled his hair, opting for not wearing a shit and showed his bare torso.
“Please do,” the words were barely out before she realised what she was saying. She gasped, cheeks heating as her hands clasped over her moth.
“I’m on birth control. Got a subscription for the pill when we started dating, just needed to wait till it was effective.”
He held it together—barely—until Eveline ducked a hand between his legs and gently rolled her balls in his palm.