Adaline eases him through it with her fingers, her hips stilling when he's
done. She draws her fingers out of him, curling them around his hip
instead, holding on. She's almost entirely on top of him and she presses
herself against him, breasts against his chest, face pressed into the side
of his neck.
"What did that mean?" she asks him. "What you said?"
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Adaline eases him through it with her fingers, her hips stilling when he's done. She draws her fingers out of him, curling them around his hip instead, holding on. She's almost entirely on top of him and she presses herself against him, breasts against his chest, face pressed into the side of his neck.
"What did that mean?" she asks him. "What you said?"