"Yes please yes." Just as she can feel the power of his body moving beneath her, he can feel her soft curves undulating against him. Her hands twist and fret in his shirt, and when the car hits an extra hard bump, she gasps, laughs against his lips.
Her hand slips between their bodies and she brushes past his fingers, dipping her fingertip in that musky honey and bringing it back to paint his lips.
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Date: 2010-03-09 11:47 pm (UTC)Her hand slips between their bodies and she brushes past his fingers, dipping her fingertip in that musky honey and bringing it back to paint his lips.