bookstore?
Christmas lights along the ceiling. I had the McGarrigle sisters’ Christmas CD playing in the
These tender greetings out of the way, he ordered me down from the ladder, took my
the food into pans to heat later, and briefly studied the DVD cover.
you need it.
He had already managed to string the lights all along the back partition of the shop. I
faux fireplace.
“Yeah.”
“Uh, sure,” he said vaguely. “I could do that.” He glanced back at me. “How does this
moved my fingers.
pentagram on my front step.
and tongues, gentle bites and soft breaths and languid sips. The friendly bump of noses, the
muscular back, arching against him, feeling the hard probe of his dick against my belly. No
hard planes of his chest, reaching for him again.
chin, my throat, collar bone, breast bone, belly, the sensitive joining of groin and inner
I laughed shakily, the laugh dying in the back of my throat as his wet, hot mouth
there to protest in this? – half supplication, clenching in the duvet.
and I stopped myself from bucking up. I felt him smile, felt his fingers cup my balls and
pleasure as his mouth dragged on my length, drawing me in deeper. The pressure of his
shock of release, with me pushing up hard into the grip of lips and mouth, pumping out what