[ It's the first time she's come apart from something solely within herself, mounting ecstasy that hasn't been provoked by forced injection or capsule; she'd wondered even then if this was all it was ever going to be, chemicals and formulas to lower her inhibitions, to make this even remotely a possibility. But the way she's trembling against him now is entirely a product of his touch, the firm thrusts of his hand and the tongue that dissolves to slow lapping.
Yet inevitably she wants to see him again, and even against her thighs' protesting she eases herself down from him, sliding along the length of his body and adjusting her skirts until she can seat herself across his lap again, until she can take his mouth again, tasting herself there with a pleased hum. ]
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Yet inevitably she wants to see him again, and even against her thighs' protesting she eases herself down from him, sliding along the length of his body and adjusting her skirts until she can seat herself across his lap again, until she can take his mouth again, tasting herself there with a pleased hum. ]