Mary’s affections trailed, lightly nipping his collar bone as his fingers kneaded through her hair, her sensitive neck that spiked skin along her arms.
Humming, she brushed her lips against his throat before claiming it hungrily, suckling his Adam’s apple. Caleb’s touch was swelling a throb between her legs that was difficult to ignore when it begun to sync with the strum of her heartbeat.
Pulling away, Mary delve for another kiss, this one a little sweeter than their first, their previous. “Not too bad fer an ‘ole man.” she whispered, breathless, smirking as she trapped his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging it gingerly.
"Why thank you, spring chicken!"
Garret winked softly, placing another kiss on her forehead. He enjoyed her affections, continued the petting and brushing through her hair, holding her tight to his chest befoore he leaned back again, closing his eyes for a moment.
"I whish we would have met under different circumstances… With less blood and not so great barfights, mh? And a real bed, tho.."
“Where is yer sense of adventure, ‘ole man? Be'sides, you would ahve met me disguise, 'ole man.” She came to settle her cheek between the crook of his neck. “Ah’m not meself often. It it is risky ta be.”
Chuckling, Mary lifted her head. “A real bed fer what? Hmm? Somethin’ ta keep yerself from grinding into yer bones.”