[When he thrusts his hand back into her jeans and panties, he grunts in displeasure; her hand has replaced his own, and he is not pleased about it. Sure, it's hot, but it's where he wants his hand to be. He doesn't like that. He takes his hand, sliding his palm over the muscles of her abdomen and up, now, sliding against her ribs and the cup of her bra. His free hand slides around between their bodies, flicking the closure of her bra open with practiced ease, and it loosens in his hand. Both hands find her breasts, fingers circling her nipples, stroking and pinching as he rolls his hips beneath her and groans her name against the curve of her neck.]
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Date: 2011-11-23 05:09 am (UTC)