Him.


"What do you want?"
He asked her,
Tracing his tongue teasingly across her thigh.
"More",
she pleaded softly as she grasped handfuls of his hair.
Shudders still rippling through her,
twisting her body into a graceful arch.
"More",
"And more",
"And more".

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