Sam's eyes were so dark, want and lust and need and hunger most of which went beyond sex.
One hand slipped over her hip, down to flick over her clit, just once, and again, keeping his hand there with the promise that he could do it again as he wished, as he thrust into her more lazily now, matching Midir and eyes on him. As though every thrust into her was a promise to match it in him.
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Date: 2006-11-18 05:20 am (UTC)One hand slipped over her hip, down to flick over her clit, just once, and again, keeping his hand there with the promise that he could do it again as he wished, as he thrust into her more lazily now, matching Midir and eyes on him. As though every thrust into her was a promise to match it in him.