His voice anchors her, even as it sets her alight. It is a long slow burn this time, and she rides the ascending spiral, dancing with him, all sense of time falling away.
Her motions gradually grow more insistent, and a shaky hand drags his fingers down between her thighs. "Touch me."
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Date: 2009-02-26 04:14 am (UTC)Her motions gradually grow more insistent, and a shaky hand drags his fingers down between her thighs. "Touch me."