[ Likewise, perhaps something in the back of her mind is telling her that this is getting out of hand, that allowing herself to become so besotted in such a tenuous situation for them both is almost entirely unwise. However, what is logic in the face of that heady, intoxicating buzz she experiences whenever they're near each other? Whenever they're close like this?
As they rock against one another, she lets her hands explore him, tracing the long lines of his shoulders, back, then to the front, his pectorals, his abdominal muscles... as if she's trying to familiarise herself with every inch of him and commit him to memory. It's impossible not to notice the hard press of him between her legs, more impossible still when she parts them further for him, thighs around his hips as it becomes all too maddeningly good to ignore their almost joining.
She breaks their kiss, only by a fraction, still so close to feel the breath on one another's lips as she murmurs to him, almost breathless, ] Now- I need you.
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As they rock against one another, she lets her hands explore him, tracing the long lines of his shoulders, back, then to the front, his pectorals, his abdominal muscles... as if she's trying to familiarise herself with every inch of him and commit him to memory. It's impossible not to notice the hard press of him between her legs, more impossible still when she parts them further for him, thighs around his hips as it becomes all too maddeningly good to ignore their almost joining.
She breaks their kiss, only by a fraction, still so close to feel the breath on one another's lips as she murmurs to him, almost breathless, ] Now- I need you.