She'd be lying if she said a thrill of pleasure didn't go through her at his eagerness to be disrobed. At how quickly his clothes were shed, adding to the growing pile of discarded and unwanted material littering the floor. And that look... That look on his face as he stared at her. How could anyone feel unwanted in the face of that look?
As he climbed back on the bed, her hands slid over him, one sliding through his hair as that wicked mouth found its way back to her breast, the other tracing a light path over his back with barely-there nails, her legs cradling him, keeping him close. Deliciously close. He felt hot, skin heated and tempting as she rand her hands over him. And god, where had he learned to do that with his mouth?
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Date: 2012-04-29 04:17 am (UTC)As he climbed back on the bed, her hands slid over him, one sliding through his hair as that wicked mouth found its way back to her breast, the other tracing a light path over his back with barely-there nails, her legs cradling him, keeping him close. Deliciously close. He felt hot, skin heated and tempting as she rand her hands over him. And god, where had he learned to do that with his mouth?