She tips her head back in a quiet whisper as her hair brushes against the pillow, lets her eyes fall half-closed as he works his way carefully down along her throat, enjoying the feel of his hands on her skin, his weight at her side and over her.
One hand strokes through his hair, the other traces over the back of his neck and shoulder, lazy and lingering.
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One hand strokes through his hair, the other traces over the back of his neck and shoulder, lazy and lingering.