[there was nothing that felicity didn't trust about his touch. whether a kiss that was rough or a thrust that was deep or a hand that was a swat on her backside, felicity knew that the pleasure he was going to wring from her body was not far behind. as much as she adored the soft and romantic ways that he made love to her - and he always made love to her - she craved the way he made her body sing for a release that simply wasn't as conventional as she was used to.
she wanted something more, maybe she always had, but it was only ezio that she trusted to put his hands on her that way. it was likely he didn't know it, but there was nothing he couldn't suggest that she wouldn't try at least once. her trust in him was absolute.
as he motioned her closer, she moved as if his hands were still on her, stepping between his knees, the hem of Ray's shirt brushing against her thighs. she knew she was going to pay for the video she'd sent him, she just didn't know how. and it was that delicious anticipation that had her eyes sparkling with unspoken defiance as she watched his face carefully for any sign at all of what was to come.]
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she wanted something more, maybe she always had, but it was only ezio that she trusted to put his hands on her that way. it was likely he didn't know it, but there was nothing he couldn't suggest that she wouldn't try at least once. her trust in him was absolute.
as he motioned her closer, she moved as if his hands were still on her, stepping between his knees, the hem of Ray's shirt brushing against her thighs. she knew she was going to pay for the video she'd sent him, she just didn't know how. and it was that delicious anticipation that had her eyes sparkling with unspoken defiance as she watched his face carefully for any sign at all of what was to come.]