Addie moving into his touch, nail digging in as her hand stroked down his chest, tasting like sweat and the musk of need and the salt of her skin...
Wintergreen's voice low in his ear, possessive as the hand that made him shudder and move again at every shift of callused fingers and palm over his length--//god, he knew just where... Yes.//
Slade dipped his head far enough to licke at the upper curves of Addie's breast, coaxing her to rise up a little more--at the very least trying to.
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Date: 2008-06-28 04:37 am (UTC)Wintergreen's voice low in his ear, possessive as the hand that made him shudder and move again at every shift of callused fingers and palm over his length--//god, he knew just where... Yes.//
Slade dipped his head far enough to licke at the upper curves of Addie's breast, coaxing her to rise up a little more--at the very least trying to.