Her rhythm falters more as she starts to tremble against him. The brush of his fingers nearly sends her over the edge by themselves. Her moans become soft cries, until she's almost just pleading for release, raising her hips and moving back down him, hard. Once. Twice. Control snapping as her climax hits her, washing over her in wave after wave.
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Date: 2005-07-15 08:27 pm (UTC)