[A sharp intake of breath as her hand travels down between his legs, interrupted by her kiss. He groans a little into her mouth, a far more embarrassing sound if he cared one whit — her touch is electric, and thus far it’s only a pressure against his arousal and a devious friction of her hips moving against him.]
Y-yes... [He manages, and without thinking, both hands move to her hips to press her closer.] You do. So easily.
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Y-yes... [He manages, and without thinking, both hands move to her hips to press her closer.] You do. So easily.