Date: 2009-02-22 06:45 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (intent)
Her head tips back, and she arches up into that bite, hissing her pleasure, her sharp nails biting into his skin. She didn't think it was possible to be any more aroused, but he's showing her how wrong she was. Her entire body shudders and her hips rise up, wantonly stroking against him.

Slick as an eel, warm and sweet as summer peaches, she slides along the length of him, undulating slowly, every iota of her awareness filled with anticipation. Reaching for him, calling him home.
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