You groan at the loss of friction, trying harder to meet his thumb until his hand grips the back of your neck, making you blush at the unspoken domination. Oh…
You freeze, save for pitiful movements of your hips, hands gripping his sides. Little noises still come out, but you practically squeal when he gives a harsh suck. “Damyen, please, just give me something, please…” You’re begging now, but you need something, anything.
This whole straight-face thing is getting hard. You nearly drop the trail mix, shivering when he grips your hair and latches onto your neck harder. You fight back a sound and even your face out, speaking with a mostly flat voice. “I was eating, you know.” You hum slightly, then get goosebumps when he runs his fingers over your skin. You’re already wet, you’ll admit, but your breath quickens slightly when he starts in on your crotch.
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Sorry, dear, I’m taken and very much in love. You’re a few months late, unfortunately.