Ten minutes later, Astredian was pushing Elise up against the door of their rented room, one of her legs hiked up to his hip, grunting against the small of her neck as he fiddled with the lock on the door handle. She moaned, and he felt her press her mound needfully against his manhood, though it was still shielded by the towel he’d wrapped around his waist.
“f**k,” he muttered, annoyed that the door was giving him such a hard time.
“Don’t worry, we’re about to.” Elise whispered hungrily into his ear. He had no idea if she was being intentionally funny, but he couldn't keep himself from chuckling. She reached behind her, and managed to get the lock into place without even looking, then smirked at him knowingly.
Elise slid down to her knees then, before reaching up to tug away his towel.
