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... again and the pressure against his cock disappears, and she rests back into the position she was in before. He can see the smirk on her lips, even when he lies behind her. He buries his face in her hair, pressing his lips against the warm skin at the back of her neck. His arm now pulls her closer, maintaining some of the pressure against her ass.

Her long nails trail up over the back of his hand and up his arm. Slow and gentle. Then she turns in his arms and lies face to face with him. His face lights up in a smile when she turns her beautiful, blue eyes to his grey-green ones.

He brushes away a few wild strands of hair and her eyes beam up at him.

“You’re so very beautiful,” he whispers mesmerized.

His hand runs into her hair, around to her neck and he pulls her face closer in a soft manner.

She smiles a little taken aback, but her blushing cheeks reveal that she is still very flattered by his compliments.

Her eyes are glued to his lips. She places a small hand with slim fingers against the lower part of his cheek, the beard that fits him so well prickling against her hand. Her thumb traces the line of his bottom lip before she moves closer and kisses him. Small kisses, light kisses with just the hint of expectations behind them. Her soft and warm lips feel so elegant against his.

He pulls back a little and meets her eyes again. He traces a finger down along her nose to the cupid’s bow which is outlined in sharp, protruding lines, further down over her ...

... plump lips and down over her chin. His gaze cut between her eyes and the places his finger touches. He adds additional fingers as he traces down over her shoulder. Her slim, fine shoulder, and down her arm to retrace their steps once they reach her elbow.

His arm resting beneath her wraps around her and pulls her closer to him, creating that elegant curve in her back. She breathes a small gasp as he pulls her close, and her entire body warms up in a flash and her delicate scent crawls up his nose. His eyes gaze down into hers; it feels like she can see straight into his soul.

His hand slides down along her curved back, moving slowly up and down along her spine. He leans in over her to once again feel how her soft lips feel so perfect on his. Her hand runs up into his hair and forms a light fist, she is doing what she can to keep him as close as possible. Doing what she can to lock his lips to hers. She wishes she could stop time.

Her fist in his hair tightens and she deepens the kiss, exploring his mouth. He melts under her touch and caress and his lips part for her unabashed. As their tongues collide her body hums with intensity and uncontrolled, she starts kissing him faster, more passionately. Again, and again their lips meet, then their tongues, and they part ways again, only to start the dance all over again.

She pushes him onto his back and moves to sit astride him. Both her hands grip around his face. Caressing. Feeling.

He can feel his entire body as if ...