Molly is burning up from his touches. It's deliciously torturous how thorough he's being and she's so wet and throbbing for him already.
And then he starts to speak and she whimpers. God, his voice. It doesn't matter what he says, really.
"Anything," she says immediately in answer to him. "Well...maybe not chemistry or murders."
Those topics are ones she would normally enjoy but not in the bedroom. Not much sexy about them. Her brain isn't firing on all cylinders right now either, so coming up with an answer is hard.
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Date: 2017-03-15 11:50 pm (UTC)And then he starts to speak and she whimpers. God, his voice. It doesn't matter what he says, really.
"Anything," she says immediately in answer to him. "Well...maybe not chemistry or murders."
Those topics are ones she would normally enjoy but not in the bedroom. Not much sexy about them. Her brain isn't firing on all cylinders right now either, so coming up with an answer is hard.