Her grip tightens in his hair, and she can't help the soft guttural sound that escapes from her throat. She closes her eyes and lets go, losing herself to the warm current of pleasure he's pouring over her. Instinct makes her hips roll beneath him, subtle but unmistakeable.
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Date: 2010-07-29 06:28 am (UTC)She could get used to this.