She moans aloud, her hips rising, reaching for him. Her knees rise too, her heels stroking his shoulders, his back, holding to him. Honeyed musk on his lips, his tongue, the very essence of her arousal. And through it all, the thread of that powerful emotion, now easily identified.
Her hips stutter in their dance, and he feels the hard pearl of flesh beneath his tongue. Her world folds down to the touch of his mouth and his hands on her hips, holding her fast and strong.
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Date: 2009-03-07 06:45 am (UTC)Her hips stutter in their dance, and he feels the hard pearl of flesh beneath his tongue. Her world folds down to the touch of his mouth and his hands on her hips, holding her fast and strong.