[ She holds him tight, practically clutching, and he leans easily into it. The sound he makes is encouragement when her nails dig into his shoulder. He doesn't stop kissing her until he needs to catch his breath, and then she's tangled around him. He grips the cushion above her head, maybe hard enough to tear the fabric, but it hardly matters right now.
He slips a hand between their bodies, pulls buttons free. Impatience makes him not bother with more than that. He wraps his fingers around himself, and he knows she can feel him brushing against her. ]
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He slips a hand between their bodies, pulls buttons free. Impatience makes him not bother with more than that. He wraps his fingers around himself, and he knows she can feel him brushing against her. ]
Show me how much.