( there's an exasperated groan at her little request, the sound of her voice instead of the telltale sign of a door's lock clicking open, a light thud as his forehead leans against the glass window next to the front doorway. )
Please, ( he insists, one finger pressed on the speaker button, his other hand getting shoved hastily into the pocket of his hoodie as though the indirect contact might help him out, sate his hunger a little until she lets him in. ) Por favor, Isabelle. Te necesito mucho. He esperado demasiado.
( he can't stop thinking about how wet she is, surely, and the desperation to find out for himself, to slip his fingers between her thighs, to run roughened fingertips over damp lace, to take her over his knee and spank her for making him wait so damned long, absolutely eats at him. )
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Please, ( he insists, one finger pressed on the speaker button, his other hand getting shoved hastily into the pocket of his hoodie as though the indirect contact might help him out, sate his hunger a little until she lets him in. ) Por favor, Isabelle. Te necesito mucho. He esperado demasiado.
( he can't stop thinking about how wet she is, surely, and the desperation to find out for himself, to slip his fingers between her thighs, to run roughened fingertips over damp lace, to take her over his knee and spank her for making him wait so damned long, absolutely eats at him. )