Jon kept kissing her, shifting a bit over her body so that he could cup one of her breasts in his hand. He kept her pinned down beneath him, too afraid to let her go running back to whatever lord she called father, but he didn't intend to hurt her. No, just the opposite.
Jon had always been kind to women and none who had shared his camp had ever walked away unsatisfied. He'd cared for them, in his way, and he'd never taken a woman with brute force. No sense in that, when he could coax them into making the sweetest sounds with just a kiss or three.
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Date: 2016-07-12 10:45 pm (UTC)Jon had always been kind to women and none who had shared his camp had ever walked away unsatisfied. He'd cared for them, in his way, and he'd never taken a woman with brute force. No sense in that, when he could coax them into making the sweetest sounds with just a kiss or three.