I ease down onto him all the way to the base, breathing short sharp breaths through my nose to deal with the pressure, the way he's right on that one particular spot.
He's holding my hair. Laughing a little, breathlessly, I turn my head and press a kiss onto the delicate skin of his wrist.
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He's holding my hair. Laughing a little, breathlessly, I turn my head and press a kiss onto the delicate skin of his wrist.