[ She's making soft quiet noises at this point, encouraging him on with her hands and teeth and when he meets her eyes she looks at him in return, eyes blown and dark and entirely pleased as she rests her hands on his hips and presses up into him, taking that moment to feel the pleasure of him being buried in her, her nerves alight all over again as she rolls her hips against his in that momentary interim. And then he's moving and her hands slide up to his back, nails digging in for purchase, for the pleasure of the purchase of his skin. ]
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