Annalise needs more. There are hands touching her, lips kissing hers, teeth occasionally biting playfully, but she's still missing something. She decides after a moment of uncertainty that she can make some moves of her own. If ever she was to be with someone who was going to be completely accepting of her own desires, it would be these two.
Finding the hand Brenton has been using to grip her hip while he explores her body, she links her fingers over top of his, guiding him to run it over her skin with more purpose, his palm and fingers rough, the calluses much different from her own, thrilling and sending shivers over every new inch of her he finds. Lower she takes him, until he's met with the curls located just above where she wants him most.
He gives up pressing kisses and bites to
