Her Lips on Mine

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*Her scent envelopes him as she curls as close to him as she possibly can. His Jane Whitcomb BdbUnited lays satisfied and spent in arms. Always feeling like she has to him. His cursed hand moves back and forth slowly against her bare back, loving the feel of her cool back on his hand. He kisses the top of her head, an sighs in pure bliss when she moves her mouth against his neck, his name leaving her lips in a breathless whisper. A smirk plays on his lips, pulling her closer to him.* Sleep is what you need, true. *Her hand slips from his chest to his waist. A hiss escapes when her hand alowly traces lower to his growing erection. She looks up at him, her green eyes mirroring his desire and he knows, fuck he knows that they are not going to sleep anymore. Rolling her on her back, and in one powerful thrust, he enters her waiting core and takes her.*