Sophia's hand pressed against his head, feeling his clean, soft hair. She was like someone under a spell, unable to distinguish between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
She moaned softly, her legs unconsciously curling up, allowing him to nestle between them.
This openness usually made her feel vulnerable, but because it was him, it felt different.
It was as if she could completely trust him with herself.
His large hands roamed beneath her, and although he was concerned about her getting cold, he knew the pants had to come off.
He removed them, tossing them to the floor, and pulled a thin blanket over their bodies, trapping their shared heat in a smaller, intimate space.
"You shouldn't do this... uh-huh... we're still arguing..."
Sophia anticipated his long fingers invading her most sensitive spot, but she didn't expect it to happen so suddenly.