Re: [Adult] VIP Area
The kiss surprised him, as impulsive as it was, and in the midst of his laughter the sound became muffled and faded to a smile, one that lingered even after he pressed forward to chase the kiss as his own. "Good," he murmured, all warm pleasure, and when she slid her arms around his shoulders he compensated by slipping one hand lower beneath her thigh while the other pressed into the small of her back, keeping her against him. "Maybe you're right," he gasped, the motion of his thrusts stealing the breath from his lungs, "but I bet trying wouldn't be half bad either." When he was drunk he never would have had the patience to take his time, as much as he wanted to, but it might be easier if he was sober.
He wanted so badly to forget everything else--Brielle, the killing, all her insecurities--and pretend that things were okay, that it was just the two of them, and he shifted his weight in order to go deeper; an effort to make her smile last. His lips parted against her fingers, and a strangled sort of sound caught in his throat when she said she loved him. More, he wanted more, and his kisses turned hungry and demanding as she pleaded, moaned, said things against his mouth that he couldn't understand but liked the sound of regardless. Each thrust brought him closer and closer to release, and he sought to bring her the same pleasure she brought him. "I love you too," he whispered, somehow managing to pull back enough to get the words out. "Always, no matter what. I'll never stop."