Having his hands on her was never going to get old. He tugged her closer, a hand on her hip and the other sliding up and over her chest and she leant into it instinctively, loving the way she fit into his palm. She smiled and leaned in to kiss him, drawing it out, making it deep and sweet, teasing his tongue with hers. She leaned back and watched him watching her for a second, biting her lip when he brushed her nipple.
“I want to tell you, but if I do it’s all I’m going to be able to think about til it happens.” She murmured, kissing him lightly again. “You know what I’m like when I get an idea.”
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Date: 2015-03-28 07:04 pm (UTC)Having his hands on her was never going to get old. He tugged her closer, a hand on her hip and the other sliding up and over her chest and she leant into it instinctively, loving the way she fit into his palm. She smiled and leaned in to kiss him, drawing it out, making it deep and sweet, teasing his tongue with hers. She leaned back and watched him watching her for a second, biting her lip when he brushed her nipple.
“I want to tell you, but if I do it’s all I’m going to be able to think about til it happens.” She murmured, kissing him lightly again. “You know what I’m like when I get an idea.”