Page 92 of Fighting the Pull


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He didn’t do anything else, just settled in.

Elsa did something.

Her hands roaming him, her lips gliding along his neck, she got to his ear and asked, “You going back to sleep?”

“Yup,” he muttered.

Though, with her touch, his dick wasn’t.

She nipped his ear with her teeth, and he felt that there, as well as elsewhere, before she inquired, “With me trapped under you?”

“Yup,” he repeated.

She laughed softly in his ear.

His cock stirred even more.

She ran her lips down his jaw.

He ran his hand down her spine.

These actions started something Hale had never experienced before. Just touch, smell, pressing, some rubbing, no kissing, but all gentle, all in silence, and a great deal of it.

So much, he knew when she was ready, like his sixth sense was Elsa. So he wrapped his hand around her ponytail, tugged her head back gently, all while using his other hand to trace the edge of the waistband of her panties.

He made it to the front and dove in.

Warm. Wet. Gorgeous.

She gasped and rocked against his fingers.

Even better.

He watched through the shadows as he made her come. It didn’t take long. But it was magnificent.

He let her shove her face in his neck when it was over, then he wrapped both arms around her and held her closer.

Perfect start to the day, perfect start to their exploration of each other, and they hadn’t even kissed.

“Now you can leave me in my bed,” he allowed.

She tipped her head back so her lips were under his chin. “No. Now you.”

“I’m good, baby.”

“Sorry?”

He angled his head so they were face to face in the shadows.

“Don’t get me wrong. I want to let you make me come for you. But that kind of thing between us isn’t tit for tat. Just because you get one doesn’t mean you owe me one.”

Her silence held the weight of surprise.

She broke it to note, “You’re hard.”

He chuckled. “It’s not an affliction, sweetheart. It’ll go away on its own.”

She ran a hand down his side. “It can also go away another way.”

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