A low, breathy moan left his lips as you shifted on his lap again— though you didn’t seem to notice. One could say that you were way too engrossed in kills than the small tent that poked you from below.

“Baby,” Your boyfriend murmured huskily against your ear, gently pressing you down and bringing you closer to that aching spot of his—hence his hands around your waist. “Stop moving so much, will you?”