[ He'd much rather be kissing her than talking about Death, that's for sure. Trevor presses her back and lifts his hips so his hand can finish its journey and slip between her legs.
His touch is almost teasingly light but he doesn't want to overwhelm her. Just slicks his fingertips and strokes over those sensitive bits gently, letting her get used to how it feels when it's his hand. ]
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His touch is almost teasingly light but he doesn't want to overwhelm her. Just slicks his fingertips and strokes over those sensitive bits gently, letting her get used to how it feels when it's his hand. ]