AARYN
As he pumped into her grip, Aaryn gasped her name once, twice, his body shaking with need. But if he kept doing that, this would be all over, far too soon.
With a groan, he opened his eyes to tell her to stop, so he could focus, but found Elreth staring up at him, wide-eyed and smiling.
"You really like that," she said, as if this were a surprise.
Aaryn snorted. "Fuck, yes."
"What else do you like that I haven't done enough?"
"You're always enough, El."
She rolled her eyes, but they dropped closed as he let his hips press into hers, grinding in a way that made promises about what they would do.
"What I mean," she gasped a moment later, "is what would you like? What—"
For an answer, he dropped his face into her neck and let his full weight rest on her. She squawked because she couldn't stroke him anymore, but if he was going to do this, he needed her to stop anyway.
