Her head falls back, her eyes closed, her lips parted. Her spine arches and her palms flatten against his head and neck, not quite pulling his mouth back down to her breast, but certainly letting him know his tactics are having the desired effect. The icy sensation makes her nipples stand to attention, and makes her voice rise in little shivering whines. She bites her lip, bites back the sound, not wanting to seem greedy, but her scent can't hide.
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Date: 2009-04-10 02:48 pm (UTC)