She shifts, letting him pull her knee up over his hip, moaning as he slides home. She slips her arms around his neck, drawing her hands around his head. She sighs as his sharp teeth find their mark, her breath hissing through her teeth.
He can taste her sweat, smell her musk. Above them, the breeze plays in the trees, casting dappled shadows over them, stirring in her hair, carrying the soft sounds of her voice throughout the glen.
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Date: 2009-04-11 06:21 am (UTC)He can taste her sweat, smell her musk. Above them, the breeze plays in the trees, casting dappled shadows over them, stirring in her hair, carrying the soft sounds of her voice throughout the glen.