Hmmm. [It feels like hours pass while they kiss and touch; it's slow and languid, almost chaste. They never make out like this. One or both of them are usually burning with impatience, fighting against restraints, but there's no sense of restraint here.
She hooks her ankle and tugs his leg between her thighs in an unhurried motion. Letting her head sink against his arm, she slips a hand under his clothes, tracing her thumb against the bony jut of his hip.]
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She hooks her ankle and tugs his leg between her thighs in an unhurried motion. Letting her head sink against his arm, she slips a hand under his clothes, tracing her thumb against the bony jut of his hip.]