“Fuck…” The word escaped Larry’s lips, raw and unfiltered, as he watched himself disappear and reappear between those inviting lips. “Okay?” she checked again, and Larry nodded, his body beginning to move of its own accord, pushing back against her. The way her fingers danced across his skin, light as feathers yet igniting fires that burned away the sorrow that had consumed him for so long. Her words sent a jolt of exhilaration through him. They had pushed him, challenged him, and guided him. At the climax, they shattered together, a release that felt like the breaking of a dam within them. The way her fingers danced across his skin, light as feathers yet igniting fires that burned away the sorrow that had consumed him for so long. She was sure that if Erin was still around, Larry could not even tell you Cheyenne’s eye color.
