Kissing Ingrid still felt different. They'd been carrying on like this for a while now, but the coolness of her skin and the feel of fangs scraping over his tongue wasn't something a person got used to in a matter of weeks. He liked it, it just hadn't become normal yet. It was exciting, and his blood was pumping fast and hard, much of it rushing to his dick.
Finally, Ingrid gave him a blueprint. Reese liked plans. He liked to know how things worked and be able to prepare himself mentally and physically. Glancing down at his chest, he nodded, "Yeah... I don't want Peyton finding out. She might... hurt you." Maybe hurt Reese too. It was hard saying.
Now that Reese had a sense of direction, he switched into sex mode. Peeling off Ingrid's shirt, he quickly leaned in to kiss between her tits, his hands cupping them before he pushed her onto her back. Reese got off the bed then, ridding himself of his jeans and boxers before tugging off her boots and pants. Thankfully, she'd made it easy on him tonight. No tricky clothing, not even a bra to worry about. If he'd been forced to deal with difficult clasps and zippers with his shaking hands, he'd never get them naked. "Is it easier if you're on top?" he asked as he stood there naked. This was awkward as all hell. Reese couldn't remember ever having to think this much about sex.