[Her words made him laugh softly, still leaning in between her breasts and playing with the skin there with teeth and tongue, drawing long, lazy circles expanding outwards, marveling in the feel and scent of the smooth skin. He lingered more slowly in teasing each nipple, her hand in his hair urging him on. She was enjoying this, he could tell, and it was as if her pleasure was pouring into him, another fancy trick of this feeling, love, that he could hardly have imagined much less expected.
His arms tangled with hers, one hand going up to tangle in turn in the dark fall of her hair, the other brushing up against the sensitive line of the spine, down to the small of her back. He pressed her close, feeling the length of her body. Difficult to miss, when so close, that he was hard and ready; but he lingered, slowed, relished the smallest instances of touch that were each a pleasure all its own.]
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His arms tangled with hers, one hand going up to tangle in turn in the dark fall of her hair, the other brushing up against the sensitive line of the spine, down to the small of her back. He pressed her close, feeling the length of her body. Difficult to miss, when so close, that he was hard and ready; but he lingered, slowed, relished the smallest instances of touch that were each a pleasure all its own.]