"I look forward to it," she says through a smile and a murmur, her voice sounding almost sleepy, though she's far from tired. She arches up into him, unafraid to let him know that she wants more. Wants him. She always does. In this way, or however she can have him. Nothing else really matters to her, so long as he's there.
Her fingers trace warm trails across this skin of his back, soft and almost teasing until they slip away entirely. But only for a moment. Though she makes her way to the fabric around his throat instead, and tugs slightly at his collar in search of a button. It comes away easily. And then another. And another, as she searches for more of his skin.
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Her fingers trace warm trails across this skin of his back, soft and almost teasing until they slip away entirely. But only for a moment. Though she makes her way to the fabric around his throat instead, and tugs slightly at his collar in search of a button. It comes away easily. And then another. And another, as she searches for more of his skin.