And that's more than plenty by way of permission for him. His hand pulls free of her grasp, slides down her arm, curls around her wrist in turn—and then he's pinning that down, just over her head. He tightens his grip until he can feel her pulse racing beneath his palm, the heated skin alongside his own.
A need rises as he kisses her, burning hot. She always tastes at once the same and a little different each time—what liquor of choice she's had earlier. He rocks against her, in her; now that he's come to know her, he finds that rhythm with her easily. ]
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And that's more than plenty by way of permission for him. His hand pulls free of her grasp, slides down her arm, curls around her wrist in turn—and then he's pinning that down, just over her head. He tightens his grip until he can feel her pulse racing beneath his palm, the heated skin alongside his own.
A need rises as he kisses her, burning hot. She always tastes at once the same and a little different each time—what liquor of choice she's had earlier. He rocks against her, in her; now that he's come to know her, he finds that rhythm with her easily. ]