[ And he's shuddering at that, eyes shutting to a close as he holds that image of you face in his mind.
He's blocking out everything else except for the way your lips feel on his skin. His hands have also fallen to your shoulders and pressing his nose into you hair, inhaling the way that distinct scent that he's come to associate solely with you has mixed in with that of sweat and sex. ]
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He's blocking out everything else except for the way your lips feel on his skin. His hands have also fallen to your shoulders and pressing his nose into you hair, inhaling the way that distinct scent that he's come to associate solely with you has mixed in with that of sweat and sex. ]