"Later, I wanna know why," she warns him, the rising need in her kisses not masked at all by him making her take it slow. She rolls her hips to press herself down over him. Everything else disappearing in the summer-storm heat of this thing between them. "Later."
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Date: 2011-10-03 01:36 am (UTC)