[ Lazily she parts her mouth against her lips, runs her tongue along his bottom lip, seeking to taste him. To taste herself on him. And she moves her leg, hooking it over his hip and pushes herself up against him more. The hands on his back dig in and her nails scrape across his skin, hungry for his tongue, wanting to feel the flexing of his muscles there before she pulls back, dragging her hands across over his sides, and then resting them against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. And then she pushes, slightly, a silent demand for him to roll over onto his back. ]
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