[Three kisses, then four, each stronger than the last as his body craved more of her- his hand moved again, from her face to the back of her arm, fingers pressing into her flesh as he pulled her as close as she could be. Her front pushed against him; he felt her heartbeat as it matched the thundering rhythm of his own beating in his ears.
Five- his body moved on pure instinct, having shut out the concerns that howled from the back of his mind. They tried to stop his madness, and with good reason; however, he couldn't hear them over the sound of running water, the throbbing in his head, or the gasping for air between the embrace of their lips.
Six, and they were slowing down as his greed called for him to savor her as much as possible. His grip on her arm tightened briefly, as though the squeeze were a threat to keep her there, before his hand strayed again. His palm passed across her breast, pressing against it before making its way to her backside.
Tension built in him, his self-control getting louder as it called again for him to come to his senses. It was ignored with kiss number seven, the taste of her lips satisfying something in him.]
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Date: 2012-01-22 07:30 pm (UTC)Five- his body moved on pure instinct, having shut out the concerns that howled from the back of his mind. They tried to stop his madness, and with good reason; however, he couldn't hear them over the sound of running water, the throbbing in his head, or the gasping for air between the embrace of their lips.
Six, and they were slowing down as his greed called for him to savor her as much as possible. His grip on her arm tightened briefly, as though the squeeze were a threat to keep her there, before his hand strayed again. His palm passed across her breast, pressing against it before making its way to her backside.
Tension built in him, his self-control getting louder as it called again for him to come to his senses. It was ignored with kiss number seven, the taste of her lips satisfying something in him.]