His breath hisses quietly out over his teeth as he presses his hardness against her, seperated from what he wants only by a few layers of flimsy cloth. One hand slides around her waist, supporting her; the other runs from her throat, down her body, between her breasts and coming to rest on her stomach for a moment before rising back up and finding a handful of what he needs.
His hips are undulating against her now and he's biting at his lower lip, blood rising with every passing second.
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Date: 2010-03-09 07:37 pm (UTC)His hips are undulating against her now and he's biting at his lower lip, blood rising with every passing second.
'Are we done with dinner yet?'