[He shudders and sucks at her lips when she grinds on him. It's so altogether wrong - and altogether foolish - because what nature of coward is he, what craven idiot, who will embrace Sam like this when he takes some other shape but when he's a man will shy away -
God, those are amazing breasts. He lowers his mouth to her neck and sucks hard at her skin; one hand keeps kneading her rear end while the other slides up under her shirt, up to cup and caress her breast.
He lifts his mouth to her ear, mutters in a voice heated and breathless:]
I want you on your desk.
[It's not ungentle, but nor is it kind or playful. There's an urgency in his voice. He's already hard.]
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God, those are amazing breasts. He lowers his mouth to her neck and sucks hard at her skin; one hand keeps kneading her rear end while the other slides up under her shirt, up to cup and caress her breast.
He lifts his mouth to her ear, mutters in a voice heated and breathless:]
I want you on your desk.
[It's not ungentle, but nor is it kind or playful. There's an urgency in his voice. He's already hard.]