Some hello,” she'd muttered. She'd run her hands up his neck, cupping his face briefly before tangling her fingers in his hair. A smile for him softened his features, and she'd said, “Don't look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you tripped and fell in.”
He'd frowned, half playful and, she'd presumed, half still processing everything. “Are you sure I didn't?”
Her laugh had brought a smile to his face, and she'd pulled him back down for a kiss. With him leaning on his forearms, his tongue brushing against hers and the quiet sounds he'd made whenever her fingers found some spot he liked, she'd only dimly realized he was still hard inside of her.
Until he'd started movi