[His shudder registers against her entire body--ah, so he liked that, too? Another one she'll keep in mind, especially when it's...intoxicating, that calling him hers draws out such a strong reaction. He's hers...and she's his, every part traced by his fingers, drawing a happy hum from deep in her throat as she settles more comfortably in his lap.
Emboldened and transfixed in equal measure, she responds to him deepening the kiss just as eagerly, tracing his lips with her tongue; one hand continues tousling his hair--petting her good boy--while the other glides down his side, fingers curling in his shirt. She wants to mentally map every little spot, find exactly what he likes and show him just how much she appreciates what a good boy he is. Just how much she loves him for being him, for being here.]
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Emboldened and transfixed in equal measure, she responds to him deepening the kiss just as eagerly, tracing his lips with her tongue; one hand continues tousling his hair--petting her good boy--while the other glides down his side, fingers curling in his shirt. She wants to mentally map every little spot, find exactly what he likes and show him just how much she appreciates what a good boy he is. Just how much she loves him for being him, for being here.]