The tone to Ripley's voice raised in pitch as Graham's hands found his ass. He bit his lip and ground down harder and leaned back down. Ripley could only agree with a breathy yes of his own.
Damn. Okay, he never really thought he swung for the other team, but he had never really put any thought into it, to be honest. He was stuck in the past, yes, but he didn't have many opinions when it came to sex beyond that he enjoyed it and rarely got enough of it after his wife left him.
His head dropped back down, and Ripley's tongue brushed over the skin along the side of Graham's throat. Maybe it was a little weird but he had always been rather fond of indulging his sense of taste. His hands were cool and Graham's skin felt like fire beneath them when he managed to tug Graham's far too numerous layers of clothing up enough to run them along his skin.
"Graham, why do you wear so many layers of clothing. I think you go a bit beyond the acceptable amount here."
no subject
The tone to Ripley's voice raised in pitch as Graham's hands found his ass. He bit his lip and ground down harder and leaned back down. Ripley could only agree with a breathy yes of his own.
Damn. Okay, he never really thought he swung for the other team, but he had never really put any thought into it, to be honest. He was stuck in the past, yes, but he didn't have many opinions when it came to sex beyond that he enjoyed it and rarely got enough of it after his wife left him.
His head dropped back down, and Ripley's tongue brushed over the skin along the side of Graham's throat. Maybe it was a little weird but he had always been rather fond of indulging his sense of taste. His hands were cool and Graham's skin felt like fire beneath them when he managed to tug Graham's far too numerous layers of clothing up enough to run them along his skin.
"Graham, why do you wear so many layers of clothing. I think you go a bit beyond the acceptable amount here."