[The expression flitting across her face was one side pure ecstasy, her head tipping back on a guttural sound that was trapped in her throat, high pitched. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her legs locking tighter.
It was one thing to need a period of grace, to get readjusted, and then there was this: a simple movement from him and she felt ready all over again, her breath catching at how his hips felt fitted exactly to hers. Near perfection that made her moan his name.]
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It was one thing to need a period of grace, to get readjusted, and then there was this: a simple movement from him and she felt ready all over again, her breath catching at how his hips felt fitted exactly to hers. Near perfection that made her moan his name.]
Yes, yes that...