[ His head bumps something hung on the wall, and he reaches up on instinct to steady it, before his hand returns to her.
He helps slip the fabric off. Kisses her bare shoulder until she pulls him back to her lips. He deepens the kiss, feels that spark jolt through him every time her teeth scrape or her nails bite.
Fuck. He might be distracted from making the bed his goal, for the moment, but this is perfectly good, too. Walls are a fine surface. ]
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He helps slip the fabric off. Kisses her bare shoulder until she pulls him back to her lips. He deepens the kiss, feels that spark jolt through him every time her teeth scrape or her nails bite.
Fuck. He might be distracted from making the bed his goal, for the moment, but this is perfectly good, too. Walls are a fine surface. ]