Her fingertips skate across his ribs, finding the peaks and valleys of each bone on her way to his hip. It's been a long time since she's been touched like this; her whole focus is bent on the warm, wet wake left by his lips as they move closer to hers.
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Her fingertips skate across his ribs, finding the peaks and valleys of each bone on her way to his hip. It's been a long time since she's been touched like this; her whole focus is bent on the warm, wet wake left by his lips as they move closer to hers.
"Y'think?"