My reasons for arguing seemed further away every minute. "I can't."
"You want to."
Something in me snapped. "Of course I want to! You're my best friend and you're beautiful and I want to make you scream."
I can just see poor goaded-beyond-discretion Fraser snapping exactly this. Oh, happy, happy me.
"I want to suck you," he said. My imagination caught fire. To my mortification, I gasped and arched into his hands and shuddered to climax before he could put his mouth on me.
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Date: 2003-11-29 11:38 pm (UTC)"You want to."
Something in me snapped. "Of course I want to! You're my best friend and you're beautiful and I want to make you scream."
I can just see poor goaded-beyond-discretion Fraser snapping exactly this. Oh, happy, happy me.
"I want to suck you," he said. My imagination caught fire. To my mortification, I gasped and arched into his hands and shuddered to climax before he could put his mouth on me.
I think I've found a brand new kink . . .