Her breath feathers against his ear, tiny whimpers as the intensity bleeds away. He doesn't stop and she doesn't stop. She won't stop until the car slows and turns into the drive. She's vaguely aware of the sounds from the front seat, and it doesn't matter.
He's touching her and she doesn't care about anything else. She pushes back, wanting to taste his mouth again, wanting to feel that hungry groan vibrating into her skin.
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Date: 2010-03-09 11:20 pm (UTC)He's touching her and she doesn't care about anything else. She pushes back, wanting to taste his mouth again, wanting to feel that hungry groan vibrating into her skin.