Layla tipped her head back to stretch her throat and the slope of her chest down to her stomach so his hands and, holy crap, his mouth could move unencumbered wherever they would. She gasped quietly and rocked against him, her hands sweeping up along his arms and shoulders.
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Date: 2011-01-17 01:40 am (UTC)