She curls around him, her face pressed against his temple, whimpering into his hair, shuddering in time with his tongue flickering over that nerve rich skin. Her hands flutter and come to rest on the back of his neck, and he can hear her muffled groan from between clenched teeth.
Another long moment and she's murmuring low and soft in some foreign language, her hips still undulating against him, harder now, her thighs clamped on his hips. She pulls back, looking down at him, watching the lights of the city playing over his face and her wet skin. Her eyes are wide and dark, drinking in the sight.
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Date: 2010-03-09 09:25 pm (UTC)Another long moment and she's murmuring low and soft in some foreign language, her hips still undulating against him, harder now, her thighs clamped on his hips. She pulls back, looking down at him, watching the lights of the city playing over his face and her wet skin. Her eyes are wide and dark, drinking in the sight.