I wanted to say, let me touch you, let me distract you, but I didn't. Kiss, gave a ghost of lips brushing my cheek. Suddenly, it couldn't have gotten more awkward. His pants fluttered against me.
I had everything he knew, all of it. Richard let himself relax into the bed, let the tension of pleasure slide away. That one look was enough. Like we were trying to suck each other's souls from between our lips.
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