The white sheep of the family
Grinning up at Weaver from his new position, Loren winked. "Doesn't mean I wanted you to agree with me." Still, his tone was lighthearted, and he inclined his head to acknowledge she was right.
Not bothering to respond verbally, he did indeed look his fill, that same reverent expression crossing his features. Of course, he was not content simply to look. Soon enough, he reached up with both hands to brush and rub against her nipples.
As she shifted, he slipped one hand around her back. Nails once again raking down her skin, his fingers dipped under the waistline of her pants. However, it was just a tease, and he raised his hand to tangle in her hair once again as he arched up into her kiss.
Not bothering to respond verbally, he did indeed look his fill, that same reverent expression crossing his features. Of course, he was not content simply to look. Soon enough, he reached up with both hands to brush and rub against her nipples.
As she shifted, he slipped one hand around her back. Nails once again raking down her skin, his fingers dipped under the waistline of her pants. However, it was just a tease, and he raised his hand to tangle in her hair once again as he arched up into her kiss.
Will blood tell
