[His lips are on hers in a hungry kiss. Roy's desire for her matches what she feels for him. Her hand reaches up to cup his face to keep him close. In their little booth, they feel worlds away from everything. If anyone looks at them, they'll see the couple making out and hopefully nothing else. Some of the drunk men will toast Roy fucking Kent and his game, but thankfully, they're left alone.
She gasps against his lips. The lace is starting to get soaked. The light touch make her hips squirm a little. She's imagining what it will feel like to have his mouth on her or to have his scruff rubbing the softness of her thighs raw. The first touch to her clit is electric. It elicits a loud moan out of her that he swallows with another kiss. Her tongue brushes against his where she can taste the alcohol on his tongue. She takes a page out of his book with her soft curse.]
no subject
She gasps against his lips. The lace is starting to get soaked. The light touch make her hips squirm a little. She's imagining what it will feel like to have his mouth on her or to have his scruff rubbing the softness of her thighs raw. The first touch to her clit is electric. It elicits a loud moan out of her that he swallows with another kiss. Her tongue brushes against his where she can taste the alcohol on his tongue. She takes a page out of his book with her soft curse.]
Fuck. Roy.