She's watching his hands, the colour on her cheeks growing deeper. She leaned into his kisses, one hand stroking his face while the other gently dragged down his back, nails catching on the fabric of his shirt.
He was driving her insane, soft confident touches making her feel light she was slowly being drawn taught like a guitar string. Or a bow string.
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Date: 2012-05-22 12:09 pm (UTC)From:He was driving her insane, soft confident touches making her feel light she was slowly being drawn taught like a guitar string. Or a bow string.
The thought makes her giggle.
"I thought I was the one seducing you?"