Arching her back, Anne cards her fingers through his hair, breath catching when she felt that tickle of his moustache, the touch of his mouth to her skin.
When she feels the bed against the backs of her thighs, she sits, then leans back, urging him down over her.
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Date: 2015-07-20 11:00 pm (UTC)When she feels the bed against the backs of her thighs, she sits, then leans back, urging him down over her.