All it takes to push her over there is him, gripping her thighs tight and pushing them wide before her back arches up off the bed and the breath is punched out of her with how good it is. She shudders and twists her hips against him, breath ragged as she moans his name, finally verbal as she comes back down.
"God," she groans, running her nails along his scalp.
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"God," she groans, running her nails along his scalp.