The hand Fitz has on the small of my back slowly moves lower until he has it spread out over one of my ass cheeks, rubbing it for a second before grabbing it harshly and pulling me up against him. I moan, the feeling intensifying when his tongue takes the opportunity to slip into my mouth and meet my own. “Fuck.” Fitz breaks away from the kiss to curse against my lips. “Your sweet ass in my hand feels even better than I imagined it would, and I didn’t even think that was possible.” I whimper. Somehow, Fitz always knows exactly what to say to make every touch feel ten times better. “Fitz, I
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