http://olyabird.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] olyabird.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] notabricklayer 2010-08-24 05:24 am (UTC)

Her eyes fall closed, and her fingers rake through his hair, urging him on. Each pass of his lips draws a soft, shuddering cry from her. She shifts beneath him, restless, trying to keep still and failing utterly.

She breathes him in, drifting on a slow wave of sensation, keenly aware of every place he's touching her, pinning her to the earth and painting her skin with the heat of his mouth and his hands.

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