Isa moved closer, kissing him back. It seemed she did want this. It was a rough kiss, no skill or gentleness behind it. Just the want that was building inside. Her hand slid farther and farther down before touching his sheath. It startled him slightly. Despite the fact that it was natural to have it happened, he still jerked a little before moving forwards. The stroking felt nice. It took only a moment for his member to stand up completely, alert from the attention. His neck was kissed softly, his mind struggling with the memory of someone else being there, someone he wanted there.
He leaned in towards her, arms moving to wrap around her. She moved back up, and Hadley let the kiss take over his mind, tasting her and moving his hands over her supple body, enjoying the feel. Moving closer it occurred to him how awkward it was to do this on the floor. Gently he picked her up and moved to the bed, ending up with her sitting on top of him. Reaching up he ran his hand through her long hair. Again, something tugged at his mind before the need to follow orders consumed him, leading his hand to stroke between her thighs.
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