[ She has, by now, sort of forgotten exactly where they were going or why they stopped. Other than her legs knocking against the wall, it doesn't seem to matter all that much, and they're only a few more steps from her bedroom door anyway.
Heat rises under her skin, flushes over her face and chest. Though she knows he's holding her up, she slides her hands up under his shirt, her nails grazing over his stomach. Thighs tightening, she rolls her hips against him. ]
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Heat rises under her skin, flushes over her face and chest. Though she knows he's holding her up, she slides her hands up under his shirt, her nails grazing over his stomach. Thighs tightening, she rolls her hips against him. ]