Félix fought back every urge to cry the moment Agnés touched him back the way she did. When was the last time he didn't feel so much fear in the same vein as this fluster? He still could feel his worries, not yet drowned out by all the kisses or the passionate warmth of Agnés' hands along his body. There was so much that ached his mind, but finally he could feel just a little more relief.
He was more tentative with Agnés' clothes. Even as his shirt nearly slipped off of him, he only managed to tease hers part of the way. Félix gasped when her hips moved against him, and stifled a whimper when she pulled away. He already missed the heat of her body, her lips. It almost devastated him to say it, but he felt right.
Félix avoided protesting, still lying on the couch with his shirt off and his longing turned on. It became very clear where this was headed when she opened her bedroom door, her lone finger crooking him inside like a shepherd's cane. He hesitated a moment. Kissing and tearing off clothes was bad enough, but if he went through with this...
No. To hell with Konishi. To hell with him.
He heart raced. Félix walked into the dark bedroom.
He was more tentative with Agnés' clothes. Even as his shirt nearly slipped off of him, he only managed to tease hers part of the way. Félix gasped when her hips moved against him, and stifled a whimper when she pulled away. He already missed the heat of her body, her lips. It almost devastated him to say it, but he felt right.
Félix avoided protesting, still lying on the couch with his shirt off and his longing turned on. It became very clear where this was headed when she opened her bedroom door, her lone finger crooking him inside like a shepherd's cane. He hesitated a moment. Kissing and tearing off clothes was bad enough, but if he went through with this...
No. To hell with Konishi. To hell with him.
He heart raced. Félix walked into the dark bedroom.