I look into his brilliant gaze, watch him dip his head. My eyes flutter closed, and I sigh softly against his lips. He doesn’t kiss me like he wants to punish me. Instead it’s soft, the kind sweet dreams are made of. His scent and taste permeate through me. I place a palm over his warm, scratchy cheek and feel a groan vibrating in his chest. My heart accelerates. My bra feels constricting over my achingly hard nipples. He slants his head, changing the angle of our kiss. This way, we can delve into each other more deeply. I glide my tongue along his shamelessly, while running my hands over his
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