After some indeterminate period of time just drowning in him, she said breathlessly, “You keep talking about being naughty. I’m very curious.”
“I want you to tie me up — you can be in control for once?” He teased her and arched his body upwards slightly, captivated by the way the sunlight danced through her fiery hair. “I want to…but we can’t here. You said there’s people around.”
Summer snickered. “Since when were you such a show-off?” She put a fingertip in her mouth, considering him. “Are you sure being tied up is a good idea? I don’t want you to have — flashbacks. Besides, I don’t think there’s anything to tie you /to/, here.” She squirmed in his lap, grinding her hips into his.