Rose moaned. She couldn’t help it. The way Rolf rocked against her might have been undemanding, but sweet Helga it was being undemanding in just the right place… and she loved it. Loved the teasing, loved the ease, loved him and the fact that everything with him just came so naturally. She smiled against his lips, a small chuckle escaping her too as she deepened the kiss just a little.
“We’d never get any work done,” she grinned, running the fingers of both her hands into his short hair. “Not that I’d have a problem with that, mind. Maybe we should just find a deserted island and live there, walk around naked all day long…”