“Fuck, you’re already wet, aren’t you? Lie back and get comfortable.” Lacey adjusts her position on the bed, scooting onto the mattress and resting her back on the sheets. “Shawn,” she says, and she pants my name. “You’re too far away.” “I’m sorry.” I pull my briefs off and add them to the collection of clothes sitting in a pile on the floor. “I don’t mean to be.” She relaxes when I rest my hand on her knee, and she takes a deep breath. “I like when you’re touching me.” “Scoot back and grab the headboard, Lacey girl. Be good for me and don’t let go.”
