Her skin is singing, her heart fit to burst, and everything has narrowed down, down, down to the breadth of a pinhead. Pleasure, and pain, and a burning in her lungs, half-moons in her palm from clenching her hand so tight. Mouth ajar, silent screams on her tongue; her stomach contracts, jumps, rises.
"Tommy!"
She shudders, throwing her head back. She arches against him, stars behind fiercely clamped eyelids, and goes taut as a bowstring. Her hands slide to his backside and press him closer, nails digging into his skin.
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Her skin is singing, her heart fit to burst, and everything has narrowed down, down, down to the breadth of a pinhead. Pleasure, and pain, and a burning in her lungs, half-moons in her palm from clenching her hand so tight. Mouth ajar, silent screams on her tongue; her stomach contracts, jumps, rises.
"Tommy!"
She shudders, throwing her head back. She arches against him, stars behind fiercely clamped eyelids, and goes taut as a bowstring. Her hands slide to his backside and press him closer, nails digging into his skin.