[ The legs skitter against her skin, tickling, and she can't suppress a giggle as it sends a shiver up her spine. He moves and she lets her hands slide, up to the back of his neck, into his hair. Her back arches slightly, following his lips.
With a sigh, she hooks one leg over his hip, rocks into his hand. Every time his skin touches hers, it feels like heat actually permeates, sinks down into her flesh to her bones. Between the intoxication and the arousal and the fact that everything here is exceptionally comfortable by design, she feels like she's floating, and it's the best she's felt since she was blowing up scorpions in the desert sun.
God, Halloween is such a great holiday, she thinks as she looks up at the ceiling. She's too high to remember the hole she fixed.
When she glances back down at him, she catches his ears stirring. ]
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With a sigh, she hooks one leg over his hip, rocks into his hand. Every time his skin touches hers, it feels like heat actually permeates, sinks down into her flesh to her bones. Between the intoxication and the arousal and the fact that everything here is exceptionally comfortable by design, she feels like she's floating, and it's the best she's felt since she was blowing up scorpions in the desert sun.
God, Halloween is such a great holiday, she thinks as she looks up at the ceiling. She's too high to remember the hole she fixed.
When she glances back down at him, she catches his ears stirring. ]