http://olyabird.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] olyabird.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] notabricklayer 2010-11-01 10:32 pm (UTC)

"Can you?"

She stretches out along his side, resting her head on one hand, the other still caressing the air around him.

"Can you do that? For me?"

That warmth becomes a palpable touch, but not on his skin. It is as if she is touching nerves he didn't know he had, the part of his awareness that knows without knowing how. Featherlight, she caresses the part of him that is just beneath the skin, the part that moves the bone and tendon, the part that sends his cock throbbing, and makes his spine tingle.

"Close your eyes," she murmurs.

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