Redhawk Caldera Year in review [m]

Had the two of them done anything like this before (or dabbled into BDSM?), he might have ignored her complaints and kept going. However, they hadn't. As soon as Fox let him know she wasn't enjoying herself, that she was uncomfortable, even, Peregrine stopped and withdrew.

Before she had the chance to flip over, he put his head between her outspread legs and blew on her, not wanting to miss the opportunity to joke, "Just putting out the firecrotch." He grinned and then stood up straighter. Of course, that wasn't true at all. He was happy to kindle fires with their mutual friction, he just wanted to make sure it didn't actually burn but felt good for both of them but particularly Fox.

"I guess missionary's a no go," he quipped a bit sheepishly. He wanted to ask her about her favorite position but that wasn't very much fun. She wanted him to be dominant. "Tell me what you do want, what you like," Peregrine repeated his earlier prompt. He took it one step further by adding, "Talk dirty to me, Mrs. Redleaf-DiSarinno. Make it so I can't help but screw you senseless."