[ She loves his hands. That's safe enough to think, at least. She loves the strength and the slight roughness of his fingertips, the contrast to how gentle he is. The quiet sounds he makes. She lets herself shift into his touch, seeking more contact as she moves against him, slow and careful.
At the slightest gesture she goes to him, her breasts grazing his chest as she leans in to meet him in a kiss. She should be worried about hurrying, when anyone could come along now. But just now she wants this to last forever. ]
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At the slightest gesture she goes to him, her breasts grazing his chest as she leans in to meet him in a kiss. She should be worried about hurrying, when anyone could come along now. But just now she wants this to last forever. ]