She meets him, breath for breath, melts against him, meeting his up thrust with an equally fierce down stroke. She can't hold the kiss, the pleasure twisting her features into a grimace. Her head slips down to rest her forehead on his shoulder, her hands gripping him, holding on as tight as she can. Her voice is a series of short breathless whines.
So deep, so good. She holds on tight, every place he's touching her, trembling, wanting to take him higher.
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Date: 2009-04-13 12:02 am (UTC)So deep, so good. She holds on tight, every place he's touching her, trembling, wanting to take him higher.