Syril almost laughed at the temerity she had used to say that. One minute, she was begging for rest, another, she was promising destruction.
He chuckled instead and challenged her to do her worst.
Amanda nodded in approval, still with that cynical smirk.
The room's cold air hit differently now that he was completely bare. It bit into his skin and demanded that warmth Amanda's body was emanating.
Not for long.
Amanda crashed into him before he requested, reverently nibbling his lips, swapping saliva in untamed urge, whispering words he couldn't exactly figure in his skin.
Soon, her voice became audible, and her muttering gave clarity to him.
"I've never done this before, Syril. Not once," she paused as she pressed her lips on his collarbone. "I guess… I can use tips from those stupid movies I've watched."
Syril didn't know the right words to use. He could only nod his head in acknowledgement and groan whenever her teases stimulated him.
