[It's an interesting sensation, to be as relaxed as she is, but also feel her heart racing in response to his attention. Chrissy's chest rises faster and faster still as his mouth works her over, lips parted as she softly gasps for him. With Jason, she always had to be quiet. It was better to be seen and not heard. To be used and not appreciated. But with Eddie, even with as little as they've done, it's the exact opposite.
Her head is swimming, and she just barely presses her teeth down against her lower lip to hold in a whine of need as he teases at her nipples. He could pay attention to her breasts for hours and she'd be happy. And she almost tells him so, up until he teases her a little about putting something in his bag. That's enough to get her eyes to widen, and her cheeks almost turn purple with embarrassment. Ever so slowly, her hand that's curled up to press against the side of his head drops down, palm resting on the bed between them.
To her credit, she doesn't shy away from the question completely. She doesn't lie, doesn't try to change the subject. She just stares up at him before she nods in response.]
I...
[She has no idea what to say that doesn't sound even more embarrassing.]
I hoped maybe we'd have a reason to use them.
[The condoms, she means. The magazines are only there because he clearly enjoys them. She was trying to be thoughtful with those.]
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Her head is swimming, and she just barely presses her teeth down against her lower lip to hold in a whine of need as he teases at her nipples. He could pay attention to her breasts for hours and she'd be happy. And she almost tells him so, up until he teases her a little about putting something in his bag. That's enough to get her eyes to widen, and her cheeks almost turn purple with embarrassment. Ever so slowly, her hand that's curled up to press against the side of his head drops down, palm resting on the bed between them.
To her credit, she doesn't shy away from the question completely. She doesn't lie, doesn't try to change the subject. She just stares up at him before she nods in response.]
I...
[She has no idea what to say that doesn't sound even more embarrassing.]
I hoped maybe we'd have a reason to use them.
[The condoms, she means. The magazines are only there because he clearly enjoys them. She was trying to be thoughtful with those.]