“You’re admirer is quite jealous~”
He didn’t like talking, especially not now, when her lips were so tantalizingly bruised. In his arms, she looked perfect. Her hair was only slightly mussed, but Gilbert wanted to run his fingers through it completely. He wanted to make her his – mark her as his own – so that no other man could touch her without realizing that she belonged to him.
He pushed his lips back to hers, silencing her for the third time. The night was young, but it wasn’t as though they were the center of attention. No one would notice if they disappeared...
He didn’t drag out the foreplay much longer. When her fingers began to tug at his dress shirt, he pulled back to assist her in its removal. His clothes fell to the floor one after another, until their skin rubbed blissfully against each other.