"Fuck..." Lena's hips shuddered. "You know what? I change my mind." Her hands streched towards Kurt's chest.
Kurt lifted his head to look at her and his expression showed something she didn't care to interpret just yet.
"What?" she said.
"Nothing," he said, remaining perfectly still.
"Kurt," she said slowly.
She could feel him throbbing inside her and Lena's golden eyes went wide. "I said I change my mind."
"I didn't even say a word," he said innocently.
"You didn't have to." She pressed both hands against his chest. "And you just—you just finished."
"Mm," he said, and rolled his hips once.
The sensation was electric, hypersensitive, every nerve ending already raw from overuse, and Lena's entire body jolted like she'd touched a live wire.
"Fuck... you," she breathed.
"I do recall you saying you wanted to make up for four years," he reminded her.
"I've made up for at least seven at this point—"
