[Her fingers curl around it, clutching, as she draws in another deep breath, holding it. That slow twitch of her lips at his words, as she does like them, likes that slow pace that drives her crazy and makes her want to writhe and demand more. Yet she doesn't, not yet, simply savouring the sensations that he provokes.
She can feel him press up against her, holding there, before it's that deviously slow pace that he continues. There's that small noise, a hiss, before cream drops along his bicep and his neck, and she dips her face closer, tongue lapping a line up, until she gives a small nip at his collar bone. Drawing her tongue over her lips, she grins, murmurs.] You’re not so bad yourself.
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She can feel him press up against her, holding there, before it's that deviously slow pace that he continues. There's that small noise, a hiss, before cream drops along his bicep and his neck, and she dips her face closer, tongue lapping a line up, until she gives a small nip at his collar bone. Drawing her tongue over her lips, she grins, murmurs.] You’re not so bad yourself.