As she continued to relish her mate's neck, she vaguely sensed his forward lean and the grip of his hands on the hem of her dress. The vague awareness swiftly transformed into full consciousness as the back of his calloused hands glided over the skin of her legs igniting a trail of tingles in their wake until finally coming to rest just above her knees. In that moment, his once calm demeanor gave way to a restlessness, his chest matching the rhythm of her own heaving chest as he took the lead.
"We're having outercourse," he declared huskily.
Unfamiliar with the term yet having already given her consent, trusting her body to Egon felt as instinctive as a river finding its way to the sea. It was the distance between them that had felt peculiar and discordant, as if something essential was missing.
