His body tensed more as she pushed his legs together and straddled him, just like she had the night before. She was pressing against him, rocking against his arousal just like she did the night before.
But the difference now was that her hands were clinging to his hair and she was so close it was painful, and not nearly close enough. He tried to keep his composure, he did, but after a few moments of her sweet breath mingling with his, he could no longer resist. Despite the voice in the back of his head screaming that this was a bad idea he closed the gap, pressing his lips against hers.
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Date: 2010-01-21 10:58 pm (UTC)But the difference now was that her hands were clinging to his hair and she was so close it was painful, and not nearly close enough. He tried to keep his composure, he did, but after a few moments of her sweet breath mingling with his, he could no longer resist. Despite the voice in the back of his head screaming that this was a bad idea he closed the gap, pressing his lips against hers.