Before she knew what she was doing, her hand was over his, pushing it harder against her snatch as she tried to increase the friction.“That’s righ...,” Lane murmured. “You need it? You like it when I touch you?”Hazel didn’t reply. She didn’t try to process his words, aware that the knowingness in his voice would make her want to pull away. Her hips moved in a tight circle, her snatch grinding desperately against his strong hand.“Please,” she breathed. “Oh god, Lane!”“What? You want to come? You. ”“That’s the easy part, the only people I really know on there is everyone is our circle, everybody else is from one of the games on there.”I paused for a second, actually taking the time to think about if we moved out of the city. “Did you have somewhere already picked out, or is it whatever pops in our head?”“I had a few ideas, like if we stay in state we can go to San Diego, if we don’t we can go to Seattle, or somewhere on the other side of the country with snow like Cleveland or Chicago,. I doubt my answers, hoping they are what he is looking for when I used to just know. Just last night he said, “You’re too emotional, relax slut” but those words alone were enough to send a fresh stream of tears down my cheeks. He knows me, inside and out, through and through, as if no time has passed between us and I ache to belong to him again. In my heart, I know that I never stopped belonging to him … that even in his absence, he was here with me. But I still long to proudly wear his steel. "difficult." Danny's breathing quickened. "Come on, Judy. Suck me." I took a gulp of my water. My own breathing was affected by the sight in front of me. 'No! No! No!' The little voice in my head was screaming, finding it difficult to be heard above the voice egging me on. 'Go on! Why not? You only live once.' I firmly believe in the theory that the penis has a brain of its own and mine was full of encouragement, whilst the brain in my head was making a last ditch effort to stop the insanity..