[God. God. It's a good thing she's wearing a skirt right now; the temptation to straddle him would be irresistible otherwise. She shifts, squirming in his lap-- not to tease him, but simply because she loves that grip around her hips.
They're not going to make it to five.]
Three.
[--she murmurs, and ducks her head down, kissing the side of his neck, light kisses interspersed with little bites. Maybe she can stretch it out to seven this way.]
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They're not going to make it to five.]
Three.
[--she murmurs, and ducks her head down, kissing the side of his neck, light kisses interspersed with little bites. Maybe she can stretch it out to seven this way.]