One of the things she's always loved about him is the way he uses his hands. It's exciting to feel that touch with him all over again. She melts into those glorious kisses, and for the first time, she can feel that they're the same man. The years have taken their toll in so many ways, but beneath the layers, the spark that drew her to him in the first place burns bright.
She yields to him, lithe and supple in his arms. Her breath quickens, and she echoes each touch back to him with a litany of soft sighs, quiet hungry moans. (It's better when you're into someone. Really into them.) Her touch roams over his skin, nails grazing lightly, her entire awareness focused only on him. Nothing else in the world matters but tonight, and being here with him.
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Date: 2010-03-12 11:10 pm (UTC)She yields to him, lithe and supple in his arms. Her breath quickens, and she echoes each touch back to him with a litany of soft sighs, quiet hungry moans. (It's better when you're into someone. Really into them.) Her touch roams over his skin, nails grazing lightly, her entire awareness focused only on him. Nothing else in the world matters but tonight, and being here with him.