(Oh well thank you! I don't mind waiting either!)
"I'm not enjoying anything!" Anne shot back with all of the spirit left in her body, there didn't seem to be much. She was too full with lusty feelings and wanton thoughts to gather much pretend indignation. Plus, the brunette woman thought, if she pretended not to like it too much then the Hunter might actually stop. That was too much to think about, being denied this pleasure when she was only just getting to really feel it.
It was a difficult position to be in, at least in one regard it was. Mentally she still wanted to fight against him, to be difficult and make Lyall work for it. Physically, however, her body was on fire. If he thought she didn't want his touch or misunderstood her playful jabs and stopped... the blue eyed young woman might actually get on her knees and beg the other not to stop.
Oh man, that was actually a really hot image.
Anne linked her ankles together, pressing back into each hard smack and subsequent rub. Her breath panted continuously as she tried to focus on his words, startling slightly over the strong thighs.
"My wha-?" Her words stuttered out before she could stop them. "W-wait, Lyall uh I... I mean uh..." one slender arm reached out to stop the other before he could pull down her shorts. "You see... I-you... it's just that..."
If Lyall pulled down those shorts then he'd know, unequivocally how much she'd been enjoying things. She hadn't had any clean panties and had simply slipped the shorts on over her bare behind. The Hunter wouldn't be able to ignore how Anne was feeling, how truly 'naughty' she was.
"I'm wet." The blue eyed young woman didn't dare to look up as she spoke. What if he was upset? What if the Hunter didn't like her like that?
What if he... did?
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