[ She lets him slide his way down her arm until he stretches out atop her and her arm follows him down, her fingers dropping to tangle in his curls once he's close enough again. One leg twines around behind him, wrapping its way around one of his thighs as her hips shift, sliding damp curls against the pressing hardness of him. It gets an echoing sound from her, a hitched breath, because he's just there, so close, and every moment they draw this out makes it a little more exquisite. ]
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