Thorin slipped his hand up to wrap around her waist, pressing her tightly into him. As her breathing slowed down, he kissed her neck. “Are you okay?” he asked, afraid he had pushed things too far. “Yes,” she answered, and he relaxed his hold on her, releasing her hand he had clasped in his own.
She turned into his embrace and pulled him into a kiss, this one more intense than earlier that night. “I don’t want to think about choosing. I don’t want to talk about choosing. Right now, it’s just us, and I am yours. This weekend, can we just do that, please?”
Thorin agreed, “Yes. Anything you want.” Felita sighed, “Good.” She kissed him again, took the soap into her hands, and lathered it up. She mimicked his actions from earlier, washing him from top to bottom. When she got to his ass, she
