She ripples beneath him, his reward a soft exhalation of breath that morphs into a quiet moan.
Her hands encircle his neck, and she arches beneath him. There's too much air between them, and maybe those goosebumps rising under his tongue are from the chill.
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Her hands encircle his neck, and she arches beneath him. There's too much air between them, and maybe those goosebumps rising under his tongue are from the chill.
Then again, maybe not.