[ When he pulls her back to him, his skin is so hot pressed against her. She can map him by memory now, every raised line and darkened spot left over from his various battles, and she can feel where each one currently brushes against her own flesh. Her arms wrap around his neck and shoulders, one hand curled at the back of his head.
She may not be tight enough for him (rude), but when still, she feels so full that she has to focus just to take a deep breath. Her legs quiver a little when she rises a bit and begins to move at an easy speed. Her chest heaves when she pants, clutching him to herself. Her head falls backward, eyes closed, and her hair tickles her back. ]
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She may not be tight enough for him (rude), but when still, she feels so full that she has to focus just to take a deep breath. Her legs quiver a little when she rises a bit and begins to move at an easy speed. Her chest heaves when she pants, clutching him to herself. Her head falls backward, eyes closed, and her hair tickles her back. ]