That passion kindles with hers, mingles and strengthens it. Their kiss is so hard as to be almost violent, and all the better for it, for the sheer ferocity of feeling. She doesn't answer his moaning of her name, except by pressing the kiss that little closer, her tongue now exploring his mouth without even a hint of uncertainty, even as her fingers explore the uncharted territory of his body.
Her thumb traces over the head, and she marvels at the change in texture, at the wetness beading at the tip, the way the skin moves under her hand. For all the fire in her kiss, there is a measuredness to the way her hand moves, taking in all she can, excitement tempered by curiosity. Her other hand comes down to join the first, tracing over the thin skin of his inner thigh and the coarse hair above it.
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Date: 2018-07-07 06:21 pm (UTC)Her thumb traces over the head, and she marvels at the change in texture, at the wetness beading at the tip, the way the skin moves under her hand. For all the fire in her kiss, there is a measuredness to the way her hand moves, taking in all she can, excitement tempered by curiosity. Her other hand comes down to join the first, tracing over the thin skin of his inner thigh and the coarse hair above it.