Abi laughed again at the literal Hemingway naked underneath her, quoting Shakespeare and comparing her to one of his best heroines. "Hemingwa-" she cut off with a moan as he dragged her closer by her ass, his hands huge on her. "Hemingway, if you're going to compare me to a summer's day, I might kill you.."
Her head ducked and she kissed his jaw as she slipped a milky thigh between his, "Don't get lost, old man. I'd rather not lose you."