If she stopped to think about it, it might be amusing - how carefully he
places his hands. She's so lost, though, in the press of his mouth against
her skin, the scrape of his nails against bare thighs. She pushes her
fingers into his hair, twisting her wrist to pull, just a little.
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If she stopped to think about it, it might be amusing - how carefully he places his hands. She's so lost, though, in the press of his mouth against her skin, the scrape of his nails against bare thighs. She pushes her fingers into his hair, twisting her wrist to pull, just a little.