She moaned softly at his touch and as he started to tell the story she leaned in and kissed at his neck, as a hand slid up his shirt and over his toned chest. As he shared a tale of death and justice her hips moved into his fingers and her breathing quickened. Her writer brain expanded aspects in her mind as she pictured it. “Right off?” She asked with a smile as he finished the story. Before he could reply she took his lips into hers. His story had him dripping all over her. Removing her tongue from his mouth she looked at him with wild eyes. “You’re inspiring.... Fuck me.” Oh, she was already writing in her head, part of her was pissed she didn’t have her AR glasses with her otherwise she’d write while he fucked her.