[ There's a satisfied sound that leaves him when you do that and he's catching ypur mouth with his all over again.
His fingers trace the shape of you, touch lightening just enough in the hopes of coaxing a shiver as he teases your entrance with the finger of his other hand. ]
Everywhere. [ It's the only word he can think of at the moment, distracted as he is by your touch, your taste. ]
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His fingers trace the shape of you, touch lightening just enough in the hopes of coaxing a shiver as he teases your entrance with the finger of his other hand. ]
Everywhere. [ It's the only word he can think of at the moment, distracted as he is by your touch, your taste. ]