“And now I have you in my clutches Ensign, resistance is futile.”
Joe smiled at her,
“Ah but I am not an ensign ma’am Borg, I am the XO.”
She frowned,
“XO? One hand detached from his shoulders and slowly slid down his back, over his hips and in between them, grabbing hold of his throbbing shaft where it lay caught between their bodies. The two threw up their arms in celebration,
“Whoohoo! She got under the covers and smiled at him,
“Come on slow poke.”
He chuckled, slipped out of his sneakers and socks, his jacket and jeans followed, leaving him in a white t-shirt and grey boxers. Their kissing turned hotter with every passing moment, his hands finally coming to rest on her denim-clad ass, kneading the firm muscles through the material made her moan deeper, she pulled away from him and stared up at him with a slight smile.
