[ She smiles and bends to tease her lips against his, a whisper-soft brush of skin on skin and then she's moving - slow, deliberate, her hips sinking down to straddle him more fully and taking him in a little at a time. Her body shifts, slides against his, taking her time, drawing out the sensation of it, her own breath hitching audibly in her throat and exhaling in a soft sound of want as her hands remain braced against his chest. Her head falls back then, dragging in a lungful of air as she settles fully atop him, feeling him buried within her, hard and thick and it takes every ounce of her own control to not give in and ride him, but that's not what this is about. She gives him a a moment to adjust to it, needing one herself. ]
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