Off Limits
It's intimate in a way I didn't expect, a claiming that feels deeper than anything physical.
"More," I whisper against his mouth. "I want more."
He pulls back, meeting my eyes. "Are you sure?"
I answer by reaching for the waistband of his sweats again. This time, he doesn't stop me. I push them down, and I feel him—hot and hard through his boxers. My fingers brush against him, and he hisses, his hips bucking into my hand.
"Careful," he says, his voice strained. "It's been a while since I—"