Layla bit back a cry, arching under him and letting herself be rocked more than she tried to match his speed. Her breath sounded loud in her own ears as it came in gasps and pants, and she clung to him tightly. Her mouth found his ear, his neck, his shoulder, where she bit him not-quite gently then salved the spot with the flat of her tongue. Her fingertips dug into the muscles of his back and her toes dragged along his legs until her own were all but wrapped around his waist, which created interesting adjustments to things like depth and angle and she didn't yelp, exactly, but she couldn't stop whatever noise it was that did come out of her mouth.
She couldn't think of anything outside the present moment, which made the whole experience that much more novel.
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Date: 2011-02-05 06:24 am (UTC)She couldn't think of anything outside the present moment, which made the whole experience that much more novel.