LOCKE
She says it again and it takes every ounce of his already waning willpower not to take her right there. He settles for a kiss, maybe a tad on the rough side but she'll be alright. It soothes the inkling of fear he's got running through his veins again. He has a feeling it will be a long time before that eases up. As long as she's patient with him, it'll be alright. They just need to take their time, feel each other out (and up!) and things will be fine.
She lets him rock against her, drawing the tiniest amount of almost satisfaction from it. She's warm and wet and he's hot and hard and it'd be so easy. Then they're untangling from each other and Locke has time to think like a normal human for once. The water is getting cold and he just hadn't noticed in all of this. His body feels like it's on fire anyway. "Yeah.. We can do that.." He takes the towel after he follows her out, drying himself off before wrapping it around his waist.
He takes their clothes from her and follows her into the living room (Maybe?) and finds a chair to hang them on. Locke stands there a moment, looking at the basket of goodies he left on the table. What had he come over here for again? "I can start up the fire if you want to get some blankets or something? I don't think they want us rolling around naked on their furniture.." Maybe they do? He doesn't know. He drops the towel from his waist, adding it to the pile with the clothes before making his way to the fire place.
Even if things have slowed, all he can think about is the way she felt and the sounds she made. His cock throbs at the idea and he's almost embarrassed. The fire lights easily enough and instead of standing, he simply crawls to her. He's her Pet after all, right?
She lets him rock against her, drawing the tiniest amount of almost satisfaction from it. She's warm and wet and he's hot and hard and it'd be so easy. Then they're untangling from each other and Locke has time to think like a normal human for once. The water is getting cold and he just hadn't noticed in all of this. His body feels like it's on fire anyway. "Yeah.. We can do that.." He takes the towel after he follows her out, drying himself off before wrapping it around his waist.
He takes their clothes from her and follows her into the living room (Maybe?) and finds a chair to hang them on. Locke stands there a moment, looking at the basket of goodies he left on the table. What had he come over here for again? "I can start up the fire if you want to get some blankets or something? I don't think they want us rolling around naked on their furniture.." Maybe they do? He doesn't know. He drops the towel from his waist, adding it to the pile with the clothes before making his way to the fire place.
Even if things have slowed, all he can think about is the way she felt and the sounds she made. His cock throbs at the idea and he's almost embarrassed. The fire lights easily enough and instead of standing, he simply crawls to her. He's her Pet after all, right?
Why follow me to higher ground?
Lost as you swear I am?
Lost as you swear I am?
