( he meets her movement, pressing his body closer to hers, deepening the contact between them. without breaking the kiss, he trails a hand down to her leg, sliding it along her thigh and using the leverage to lift it further. the fabric of her shift bunches around her hips, the delicate material caught between their bodies.
his other hand moves to her waist, fingers splaying across her lower back to support her and keep her close. )
[ It makes her gasp, her eyes fluttering closed, her hands on his back fisting up tightly with the contact. Grasping and pulling, fitfully, as she realises there is too much between them. She wants to touch him, everywhere, and all over, fighting against the urge to have him keep touching her. Her thighs parting readily, a whine and a buck against his hand that makes her pull on his shirt up, wanting to get her hand underneath. ]
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his other hand moves to her waist, fingers splaying across her lower back to support her and keep her close. )
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