She whimpered as he pulled back and she reached as though she thought he was going to stop but then she needed to hold on as he pressed deep. She whimpered at the slow rhythm but she matched him, moving easily with him as though she had been made to do so.
Sliding her hands up, she pushed her fingers into his hair, kissing him softly, nipping at his lip, and then brushing her lips over his cheek.
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Date: 2012-09-23 04:45 am (UTC)Sliding her hands up, she pushed her fingers into his hair, kissing him softly, nipping at his lip, and then brushing her lips over his cheek.