[ He hasn't held her like this since they reunited at Melitele's — and even then it had been soft, tentative, both of them almost refusing to believe what was right in front of them until they'd reached for it, his lips warming to more certainty against her own. This feels like more of the same, with her not fully sinking into him yet, tension lingering in her frame until he slips an arm around her and pins her back into his body. ]
Touch me. [ From her lips, quiet, it could almost be a question, a plea; she wants his palms, larger and rougher than her own, cupping and squeezing over her tits, his fingers thick and stretching out her cunt, his cock inside her and making her forget to draw a gasp.
It doesn't matter that they're still only in the foyer where any one of his houseguests could walk through that door; she's too impatient, too greedy to wait any longer, and she turns at the waist, just enough that she can claim his mouth with hers as her other hand cups the back of his neck, urging him down to her for that hungry kiss. ]
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Touch me. [ From her lips, quiet, it could almost be a question, a plea; she wants his palms, larger and rougher than her own, cupping and squeezing over her tits, his fingers thick and stretching out her cunt, his cock inside her and making her forget to draw a gasp.
It doesn't matter that they're still only in the foyer where any one of his houseguests could walk through that door; she's too impatient, too greedy to wait any longer, and she turns at the waist, just enough that she can claim his mouth with hers as her other hand cups the back of his neck, urging him down to her for that hungry kiss. ]