[She gasps a second time when he stops, this one more out of surprise in herself than anything. That he could provoke such a sound from her so easily, she feels embarrassed and a little ashamed. She glances down at him when there's that pause, her cheeks and her throat flushed red, but as soon as his lips descend upon her neck again...
She arches gently beneath him in surprise, her head falling back with a soft moan, as a wave of heat ripples from the spot where his teeth gently bury into her flesh. He'll feel her pulse stutter and then race again, and her hands clutch at him, wrapping around him to his back where she spreads her fingers, her touch firm and experimental as she lets them run down the length of his spine and then back up again.
With a clouded head, she admonishes herself because what has gotten into her? If this is what it feels like, then she ought to be careful too, her own restraints being tested and pushed to their limits, and her curiosity growing.
Her lips brush against his ear now, so soft and so warm as she kisses along the edge of it, the urge to bury her face into his hair so strong. One hand does move out from beneath his shirt to caress it, running her fingers gently along the back of it as she whispers his name.]
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She arches gently beneath him in surprise, her head falling back with a soft moan, as a wave of heat ripples from the spot where his teeth gently bury into her flesh. He'll feel her pulse stutter and then race again, and her hands clutch at him, wrapping around him to his back where she spreads her fingers, her touch firm and experimental as she lets them run down the length of his spine and then back up again.
With a clouded head, she admonishes herself because what has gotten into her? If this is what it feels like, then she ought to be careful too, her own restraints being tested and pushed to their limits, and her curiosity growing.
Her lips brush against his ear now, so soft and so warm as she kisses along the edge of it, the urge to bury her face into his hair so strong. One hand does move out from beneath his shirt to caress it, running her fingers gently along the back of it as she whispers his name.]