1/ She catches hold of his arm, pulling him toward her with a strength and determination that belies her small stature. Hanging back on the pretence of using the bathroom she has waited until thier companions have exited out into the muggy, sultry air of the London summer evening before making her move. He doesn’t hesitate, backing her up against the wall as he presses his body against her, the heat between them almost more than he can bear, a shared desire that cannot be ignored.
2/ “I need you. Do you know how much I need you?” He thrusts against her just once, and she gasps as the hard ridged line of his cock meets the juncture of her thighs, unconsciously arching to meet him and for just a second she almost forgets where she is, almost forgets thier promise to each other to end this charade once and for all. She knows they have little time, so she reaches one small manicured hand around and palms him through the thin material of his dress pants. 3/ “Hold that thought” she murmurs as she nips just once at the rough skin of his jawline, “I’ll see you in three weeks.”
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Omggggg rpf anon how I love theee!!!! Thank you for this!!!
Just Holding Hands 