"All night," he echoed to himself, taking the moment to shrug off his unbottoned shirt. The only thing between them was his pants—and Febby's apparent desire to drive him to madness—but removing them that require he extract himself her. (And that was something he wasn't too keen on.)
Once he managed to get his shirt off, he ducked back down and buried his head into her neck, his lips coming to rest near her ear. "I hate to break it to you, lover," he murmured between pressed kiss, "but I don't think I'll last that long." Physically, sexually, and emotionally—Merlin, he was getting old.
Once he managed to get his shirt off, he ducked back down and buried his head into her neck, his lips coming to rest near her ear. "I hate to break it to you, lover," he murmured between pressed kiss, "but I don't think I'll last that long." Physically, sexually, and emotionally—Merlin, he was getting old.
— set by MJ! —