no subject

[No one wants to be like Gavin Reed, especially during sex. That's the worst.

As he starts to move, her breath hitches, and smooths out. The kisses are a nice distraction, and she starts rocking her hips to meet him halfawy.

It's almost a tease, she thinks. Almost, because as much as he's kissing her, she's kissing him back, her hands sliding over what skin she can reach.]

It's good.

[She means it too, if the frequency of the kisses are any indication.]

It's really...really good.

[Should she ask if this is his first? Nah. Not yet. When he's a little more distracted and can't remember it later maybe.]