[ Humming his way into a comfortable nestle in the crook of Molly's shoulder, he lets his weight go lax at his side and dozes for a few minutes in the warm afterglow, no impending second orgasm on the horizon when his head tells his body that his mate is too tired for more. The peace doesn't last too long since Fjord's bedroom isn't the warmest and soon the hot slick of their come starts to turn tacky, making him wrinkle his nose and raise his head. ]
Hold on, I'll find a rag ...
[ There's a wash-basin on a cabinet by one of the windows that he creakily rolls out of bed to walk over to, wiping himself down with minimal care. It's a different story when he brings the rag over and perches on the bed, swiping mindfully at Molly's body and following the valleys of his hips. ]
I think this is a scene from Tusk Love, the heroine cleaning up her tall, dark, strong lover. I'm also all a-flutter.
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[ Humming his way into a comfortable nestle in the crook of Molly's shoulder, he lets his weight go lax at his side and dozes for a few minutes in the warm afterglow, no impending second orgasm on the horizon when his head tells his body that his mate is too tired for more. The peace doesn't last too long since Fjord's bedroom isn't the warmest and soon the hot slick of their come starts to turn tacky, making him wrinkle his nose and raise his head. ]
Hold on, I'll find a rag ...
[ There's a wash-basin on a cabinet by one of the windows that he creakily rolls out of bed to walk over to, wiping himself down with minimal care. It's a different story when he brings the rag over and perches on the bed, swiping mindfully at Molly's body and following the valleys of his hips. ]
I think this is a scene from Tusk Love, the heroine cleaning up her tall, dark, strong lover. I'm also all a-flutter.