[The motion of her hips only makes him harder, too. He lets out a soft, pleased sound into her mouth and reaches down between them, rubbing the pad of his finger over her clit softly. When he pulls away from the kiss he presses his lips to her neck instead, leaving kisses down to her shoulder.

Justine always looks good like this. He glances up from kissing her just to take in the sight of her, flushed and wanting. Then he pulls back, taking her wrists and pinning them above her head, tying them to the headboard with his tie.]

Tell me if it's too tight.

[He doesn't want to hurt her, after all.]