Again, she exhales, the touch of his mouth drawing soft sounds from her that he's only heard perhaps a few times, in the dead of night, when his hands are moving on her skin.
"More," she breathes, her fingers combing through his dark hair, her body trembling as he catalogues her weak spots with his mouth.
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Date: 2010-12-30 06:48 am (UTC)"More," she breathes, her fingers combing through his dark hair, her body trembling as he catalogues her weak spots with his mouth.