They had made it to the bedroom. Somehow, though Caleb wasn't really sure how. He remembered kissing Estelle by the front door, remembered the way her breath caught in her throat as she spoke to him. But he just could not remember what they talked about for the few minutes before he led her to his room.
He propped his face on his left hand, his right slowly moving up the inside of her thigh, as he tried not to let a giggle escape his lips. A bunch of fantasies ran through his mind all at once, fighting for the right to be the one he played out.
Estelle reached her pale slim hand out to his hip, as she gazed into his eyes, her own twinkling with desire.
Caleb nearly lost control of himself as she moved her hand under the material of his pajamas. He closed his eyes, resting his face on her shoulder, this time letting a soft moan drip from his lips.
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