A breathy moan left her as he rolled his hips against her, her legs gripping him to let her grind back. And then that mouth was torturing her again, teeth and the heat of his breath making a blaze of lust wash through her, from where he was resting between her thighs, to where his mouth was fused to her breast. Her hands moved up to the fastening on her costume, hastily trying to undo it, to let him have much more access, all the goddamn access he wanted.
"Off. I want this off. And the rest of your clothes." Her voice was husky, low and needy, her body tingling in response to his touches.
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Date: 2012-04-28 02:49 am (UTC)"Off. I want this off. And the rest of your clothes." Her voice was husky, low and needy, her body tingling in response to his touches.