[ How like him to ask, to give her these courtesies, where right now he could ask for so much more than a word from her. Every bit of her turning feverishly strung out. That snap-shudder of heat in her limbs where she had it just so briefly before - what was she doing, making up for lost time? Indulging in greed against the cold of a place that she was sure would claim her? Doesn't know or care about any of it right now, and maybe that's what she wants most. Where she can feel him settle hard and warm against her, inside of her and it's reflexive to it, how her core clenches around him.
Her response at first is to kiss him, tilt to catch his mouth in a mess of a thing, her teeth in his lip, her fingers pressing against his jaw to let her indulge in it. Pressing herself in close, jerked movements of her hips that grow more incessant. But that isn't an answer and she pulls back. ] As often as you like.
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Her response at first is to kiss him, tilt to catch his mouth in a mess of a thing, her teeth in his lip, her fingers pressing against his jaw to let her indulge in it. Pressing herself in close, jerked movements of her hips that grow more incessant. But that isn't an answer and she pulls back. ] As often as you like.