“I want ya ta make me feel good…” She blurted out then, her cheeks burning from embarrassment.
“Tell me what makes you feel good. Be Specific, Harley.”
“I-I like it when ya touch me…” She took his hand gingerly and ran his fingertips over her stomach lightly, trailing them further down.
Anders rubbed over where he had been kissing and licking, one finger sliding inside of her, while his thumb rubbed at her colitis. A kiss took over her mouth, Anders used it to push her back to laying on the bed again.
“….. Damn it… Need to grab a rubber…”
Harley followed the motion and l lied back with a soft moan as his fingers slipped inside her. She whimpered once he had stopped. “A-alright.”