[He kisses her harder and she murmurs, presses into the pressure, a low gasp on her mouth as his teeth find the flesh of her bottom lip. She likes it a little sharp, a little rough, likes the way tht they push when they come together like this. But it's never been like this, that collar around her throat that makes her ache in ways she doesn't quite understand.
A gift she would only ever give to James.
His hands slide down her body, rough fingertips and strength she can feel as he grips against her breasts and then strokes against her skin. Her eyelashes flutter as her eyes slip almost closed, her body arching, leaning into that pleasure of his hands on her skin.
Her nipples hard against his touch, and her body shivers, that catch to her breath as her hands skim up, tugging against the hem of his shirt in silent request. But there's a difference to it, subtle, that way that with the way she looks at him it's more of a question, and less of a demand, less of now in the way that they usually come together in these moments.
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A gift she would only ever give to James.
His hands slide down her body, rough fingertips and strength she can feel as he grips against her breasts and then strokes against her skin. Her eyelashes flutter as her eyes slip almost closed, her body arching, leaning into that pleasure of his hands on her skin.
Her nipples hard against his touch, and her body shivers, that catch to her breath as her hands skim up, tugging against the hem of his shirt in silent request. But there's a difference to it, subtle, that way that with the way she looks at him it's more of a question, and less of a demand, less of now in the way that they usually come together in these moments.
She just wants more of him.]