She laughs, but it comes out low and thick, strangled by her own wonder at the look in his eyes and the warmth in his voice. All her life she has been called fair, but never has she felt it as she does now, with the heat of his body against her and the heat of his mouth on her skin.
And then that mouth covers hers again, and she arches against him, thoughts of her own beauty forgotten in her enjoyment of his, of the hard muscle that shifts under her palm as she runs her hand down his back, and the soft fall of hair that tickles her throat. Her hand runs flat and warm down the curve of his spine, onto his backside, and she leans gladly into his kiss, her tongue pressing into his mouth.
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Date: 2018-05-18 09:47 pm (UTC)And then that mouth covers hers again, and she arches against him, thoughts of her own beauty forgotten in her enjoyment of his, of the hard muscle that shifts under her palm as she runs her hand down his back, and the soft fall of hair that tickles her throat. Her hand runs flat and warm down the curve of his spine, onto his backside, and she leans gladly into his kiss, her tongue pressing into his mouth.