[The soft sound that he draws out of her in response—one of affirmation and invitation—is drowned by his lips, and as she accepts it in full, soft yet heated, her hands return to what they had been doing before. They explore, going places that she had gone but never really was as aware of as she is now as they slide his shirt further, nudging the fabric that separates them out of her way until she feels nothing but the heat of his skin beneath it.
Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling his hips closer to her own, and she lifts up to meet him with a breathy, wanting sigh over his lips, every act a shy but deliberate one to show him what it is she wants...
Though she's fairly certain that by now, he doesn't need to be told or shown.]
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Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling his hips closer to her own, and she lifts up to meet him with a breathy, wanting sigh over his lips, every act a shy but deliberate one to show him what it is she wants...
Though she's fairly certain that by now, he doesn't need to be told or shown.]