[ It's closer, even if she hasn't moved to shed a single article of clothing between them, and she can perceive the warmness, the size of him at the juncture of her thighs, that hard ridge that nearly steals her breath and prompts her to rock her hips into his, craving that deeper friction.
But she refrains, somehow content to merely have his hands, his mouth roaming in the meantime, enough fervor between the two to create just the right amount of wanting in her.
She breathes a sigh, when his lips traverse her neck again, when the promise of blunter edges apply just the right amount of pressure to her skin but somehow not enough at the same time; her hand cups his nape, the rounds of her nails digging in small spurs, and she begs for more of it. ] Please.
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But she refrains, somehow content to merely have his hands, his mouth roaming in the meantime, enough fervor between the two to create just the right amount of wanting in her.
She breathes a sigh, when his lips traverse her neck again, when the promise of blunter edges apply just the right amount of pressure to her skin but somehow not enough at the same time; her hand cups his nape, the rounds of her nails digging in small spurs, and she begs for more of it. ] Please.