That’s such a great sound. Hopper wants nothing more than to just keep doing whatever he can to cause Joyce to sound like that. His teeth graze against her skin and then he bites down on her hip.

She’s so soft beneath his mouth, his hands, and his eyes flutter closed as he breathes against her skin.

“Christ, Joyce,” he murmurs as he slips lower, then presses her thighs apart with his palms.