Re: [Sonrisa] (Adult showering)
¿Sí? [He'd do it, huh? He would.—The sharp linea his jaw lifted, the guy stretching some into Sam's lips and the pressurea mouth moving in blotted black.] You tell me when, huh? [He'd fucked in plentya... let's say daring places in his life. On roofs, alla that, but never among the skeleton beamsa some building-to-be. He wasn't actually worried about them falling. He might be, but he wasn't now. Plus, regardless, the guy had a bad habitta losing himself to Sam, especially when they fucked.] I'll wear a hard hat too. Just to be safe. [He grinned again, shark-sharp.
That waned some at the lazy caressa Sam's fingers around his cock. 'Cause, while Cris could put on a show. He could play seduction pretty easy, every parta him oil and implication. But, when it came down to it, when he was in—when he boiled, there was no fucking intent there. It was nothing but raw reaction and raw want, everything else stripped back like flesh from bloody nerve. And she was impulse hitting that nerve hard, even with slow stroke. Her moan wasn't helping. He bit into the tendona her shoulder a lil, glancing up again when she talked. He rocked his hips with some steadiness, but mostly heat-seeking, friction-seeking.
He actually laughed a lil bit, 'cause she had him pegged, huh? He woulda tried to come to her. Dark fingers found slick hips, and Cris rocked Sam into him, glut-hungry. His chest felt good against the smoothnessa her back. The water was getting hotter.] Entiendo, pero—you can always call me. Or text me. Whatever you need, huh? [He was being earnest, not filthy, in spitea the blackwater run-off. He sunk back into it easy though. He smiled again beneath wet lashes.] So, you ain't gonna run away with nonea the guys, huh?