ELRETH
Aaryn's hand tightened on her back in the same moment her hand found that velvet covered steel and she stroked it, letting her hand slide all the way down to the base, then gently over his ballsack—that was suddenly pulled high and tight.
Interesting. She hadn't realized that part of him was engaged in this.
Then she slowly, slowly, drew her hand back up, letting her fingers circle him, gripping gently on the skin—so soft, yet covering such iron strength. She didn't stop then, but so slowly, applying just the light pressure he'd shown her to use when he was dry, she began to stroke him.
Aaryn's breath rushed out of him and he came alive, the hand he'd had under the pillow sliding between her neck and shoulders to grip the base of her skull and pull her in to deepen the kiss, while his other hand slid down to cup her ass and pull her against him.
