She watches him, her eyelids fluttering but not closing, her breath shuddering but she doesn't make a sound. No, that's a lie. There's the barest whimper in the back of her throat as suckles her tender flesh.
Her fingers comb through his hair, and she has to consciously still her reflex to pull him closer. Each kiss makes the muscles of her stomach flutter and she arches her back, letting him take her weight in his hands. Every inch of her skin is hot, flushed with anticipation.
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Date: 2009-11-19 12:56 am (UTC)Her fingers comb through his hair, and she has to consciously still her reflex to pull him closer. Each kiss makes the muscles of her stomach flutter and she arches her back, letting him take her weight in his hands. Every inch of her skin is hot, flushed with anticipation.