She can feel the tension in him, and she loves the way his fingertips dig into the flesh of her hips. He pushes up, and she grinds on him, fitted so tight she barely needs to move at all to get all the pressure right where she needs it.
She buries her face against his neck, and her breath hitches every time his hips rise. For both of them, she knows it won't be long at all.
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She buries her face against his neck, and her breath hitches every time his hips rise. For both of them, she knows it won't be long at all.