[And just how long does she think she's going to be able to lean into him like that, one line of warm skin, and expect him to keep his hands off her? The hand on her shoulder glides down his back and he wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her tighter against him with an approving little hum. His eyes are closed now, savoring the little touches, and ordinarily he wouldn't mind keeping her like this for some time—an evening of slow, lazy kisses and roving hands might do him good—but she has already told him what she wants next. And she'd come for him so well.
He turns his head to catch her mouth, a little touch of teeth in her bottom lip, and then he's growling, fingers digging into the small of her back just above the curve of her ass.] Then you should show me just how much you like it.
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He turns his head to catch her mouth, a little touch of teeth in her bottom lip, and then he's growling, fingers digging into the small of her back just above the curve of her ass.] Then you should show me just how much you like it.