[ She gives an aborted jolt of her hips when his thumb settles to rub more firmly against her, her moan more defined this time, breathless and thrumming deep in her throat, although she's more than happy to let the sound be swallowed by the press of his lips when he presses down closer. Her lips part against his, tongue tangling with his in wanton invitation. One hand slides down his side to tug his underwear down, out of the way, because she wants it gone now, leaving him exposed in only the best ways, so she can taste and touch and tease. And, when he's ready, feel him sink inside of her. ]
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