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[collectsfeathers]

[Everything about her was worth the wait.

Her body shifts, rolls to the side and he follows after her, pressing his weight against her until she's beneath him. Until he can hover over her, lips parting from her own to seek out the heat of her neck, beginning a maddeningly slow descent downwards.]

[pontificus]

[He dwarfs over her as he positions himself on top of her. She shifts her knees so that he is nestled between her legs with each leg around his waist. It makes it easier for her body to arch against him as he starts to kiss her neck. One hand slides into his hair as she hums softly against him, already enjoying the feel of him on top of her.]

[collectsfeathers]

[It's so easy to get drunk on her, to get lost in the feeling of soft skin against his lips. To tease her with gentle nips and long, soothing strokes of his tongue. To seek out the swell oh her breast, to take the pert nipple into his mouth and lavish attention on it.]

[pontificus]

[She sighs into the feeling of his mouth on her, rocking her body against his in slow circles to give him sort of reprieve. The hand in his hair tugs lightly, her other hand tracing down his back. He engulfs her, makes her breathe him in as eyes shut, and she hums softly, completely captivated by what his mouth is down, and the trail it’s leaving.]

[collectsfeathers]

[Her fingers tangle within his hair and tug and it's impossible to stop the sound that rises from deep inside his chest falling from his lips. Teeth sink into soft, pristine skin, just enough to leave a light mark in his wake.]