"Or this…"
His words alone were enough to send her body trembling as shivers or pleasure ran down her spine.
"Blake…" His name left her parted lips which sounded more like a plea; a plea to stop with his torment.
"Yes, my love." Instead of finding it bizarre, Blake thought it was cute. More specifically, it sounded appealing to his ears.
"Don't." She managed to push the words through her chapped lips. "Please!" She brought her hands down to his shoulders and held tight on to him.
"Don't what, sweetheart?" Even though he had a fair idea of what she was talking about, Blake refused to let her have it any easy. He wanted her to say it straight away to his face whether it was asking him to let her go, or that she wanted him to hold her for longer.
