The white sheep of the family
Letting out a huff of laughter, Loren raised his eyebrows at Weaver's accusation. "How have I been a dick, exactly?" Although there was a teasing tone to his voice, it was a genuine question. Indeed, confusion lurked in his eyes.
As she went on, though, he continued to stroke her nipples with one hand (no pinching this time) while the other hand dipped under her waistband again to cup her ass. "And how might I convince you?" This time he spoke in another heated whisper.
However, as she leaned into the kiss as well, he arched his body up again, this time in a far more controlled manner. For a moment his hand remained tangled in her hair. However, it soon began to drift downward, tracing down her back, once again exploring every part of her he could reach.
As she went on, though, he continued to stroke her nipples with one hand (no pinching this time) while the other hand dipped under her waistband again to cup her ass. "And how might I convince you?" This time he spoke in another heated whisper.
However, as she leaned into the kiss as well, he arched his body up again, this time in a far more controlled manner. For a moment his hand remained tangled in her hair. However, it soon began to drift downward, tracing down her back, once again exploring every part of her he could reach.
Will blood tell
