She tilts back her neck, squirming almost and then she's *gone* and can't control the whimper-scream and the way her nails slide up down his back and some small part of her thinks about how that might leave a mark.
But there's the feel of his lips against her skin and his insistent fingers and she opens her eyes to watch him, knowing that he feels it too.
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But there's the feel of his lips against her skin and his insistent fingers and she opens her eyes to watch him, knowing that he feels it too.