The position felt awkward.
With his broad frame, he had to keep bending down to reach her.
Calix considered his options for a moment before simply lifting her up and deciding to lay her down on the bed altogether.
Her eyes widened as her body was suddenly flipped, a startled gasp escaping her lips.
Hovering over her, he leaned in close and whispered into her ear.
“Shhh... Where should I touch to make you feel good?”
If only he knew her name.
If only she could speak.
If only she could tell him what she liked, what made her feel good—what he should do.
He desperately wanted to know her everything.
“I want to make you feel good.”
As he murmured, his breath tickled her ear, making her giggle softly as she tilted her head away.
The delicate curve of her exposed neck caught his eye, fragile and slender.
“You don’t smile often. Is it because you don’t have much to smile about?”
He traced the shell of her ear with butterfly-light kisses, his lips brushing against her skin.