“No,” he groaned. “I guess not.” She shifted his hips, pulling out of my grasp briefly before I caught hold of him again.
“Careful, Colonel. You might poke someone with this thing.” I gave him a squeeze.
“That’s my intention,” he quipped lightly.
“Hmmm,” I answered. He was a nice handful to be sure. William shifted under me. I knew what he wanted, because I wanted it too. I wanted to see what his skin tasted like, to feel the velvety hardness sliding along my tongue. More than that, I wanted to give him pleasure, to see something more than the usual sad loneliness that he always wore there in his pretty blue eyes.
So I quit teasing him and leaned over him. Something somewhere between a sigh and a groan came from William’s parted lips. I glanced up at him, and the pleasure on his face
