[His smug reply should be enough to snap her out of it, but the way he touches her is so distracting- and when he adds that element of those sparks against her skin? She groans and leans into his touch, her whole body alive and at his mercy.
Her free hand reaches for him, nails scratching harsh lines along his arms, his back, whatever she can reach. The other keeps hold of his wrist, guiding him as she grinds her hips against the touch.]
Shut up. [She demands before kissing him firmly and breaking it only to shove him back roughly onto the bed and following after him so that she can straddle him again.]
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Her free hand reaches for him, nails scratching harsh lines along his arms, his back, whatever she can reach. The other keeps hold of his wrist, guiding him as she grinds her hips against the touch.]
Shut up. [She demands before kissing him firmly and breaking it only to shove him back roughly onto the bed and following after him so that she can straddle him again.]