A late bloomer

Ignis's body traps me under him without weighing on me.

His hand guides my leg around his hip while his mouth kisses my lips and skin. I close my eyes and focus on the emotions his touch causes.

When he rubs his member on my core, I moan and hug him tightly. The shivers intensify as he moves his hips against mine until, all of a sudden, he stops.

He sits next to me and then lies down, looking at the ceiling with a smug grin. His erection testifies about his unreached satisfaction. Yet, he's content because he thinks he's paying me back.

«Why?» I murmur, turning to the side to look at him.

I run my fingers on his arm, reaching his chest and crawling closer and closer until climbing on top of him again.

«Are you trying to avenge your honour now?» I add with a chuckle. «You're so cute, aren't you?»

I press my palms on his chest so that he can't get up and overthrow me.