Christy lay on top of Mr. Fenton, no, Lawrence, and could feel his heart thundering in his ears. He moved and looked down. Lawrence’s eyes were closed, his lips parted, his cheeks flushed. He couldn’t believe they had just done that. It was the most wonderful…
Mr. Fenton, Lawrence, groaned.
“Am I hurting you?” Christy whispered, pushing up on one elbow.
“No,” Lawrence pulled him back, wrapped his arms around him, and sighed. They squirmed about a bit until Christy could lay partly over him, with his head on Lawrence’s shoulder. Lawrence. Lawrence. He wanted to keep saying his name.
“Are you warm enough?” Lawrence said, running his hand down Christy’s back and then caressing his buttock.
“Mmm,” Christy nuzzled the hair on Lawrence’s chest and licked at his n****e, ignoring the cold dra
