Sutton kissed my neck, my throat, thrust against me some, and I wanted… Christ, why did I want…? “Can you slick your finger up and put it in me again? Just for a minute.” He leaned up, a look in his eyes I couldn’t read, but I knew it was good. “Yeah, Jasp. Anything.” “I just like havin’ ya that close to me,” I admitted. I wanted to be connected to him that way.
