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Brinn allowed himself to relax for the first time - confident that she was beginning to come to terms with this. He kept telling himself that his focus on attention to detail was wholly for her safety - but in the back of his mind he was beginning to suspect otherwise.

Wanting to divert his mind to other things, he leaned forward. "Want to do my back, love? I'm a mass of aches - I think I slept on a tree root last night!"

He began to scrub his legs again - as if he were trying to erase even the memory of dirt.
 
Alexia Kenton

"Want to do my back, love? I'm a mass of aches - I think I slept on a tree root last night!"

Alexia didn't want to do his back.
She was trying to concentrate on forgetting that he was sitting naked beside her.

"OK.."

She said softly, reluctantly and moved to pass the soap over his strong torso, pleased that he was at least turned away from her.
She hoped he wouldn't offer to do hers.

Once she had finished his back, she decided she would wash her hair and then she would be able to get out and draw a towel about her and feel decent once more.
 
Although Alexia's hands were heaven itself on his back, he could sense that she wasn't really into it, and so after awhile he relaxed back into the hot water with a sigh.

Taking a deep breath he slid back in the tub until the water closed over him, and hung in the comforting warmth with his eyes closed. He could vaugely hear Alexia's movements in the tub, more a feeling of the water pulling at him than actual sound and he stayed under until .

Soon enough he felt the burning in his chest and arose spluttering to the surface. Clearing the water from his eyes he looked over to Alexia's quizzical face...

"What...?"
 
Alexia Kenton

Alexia watched as Brinn disappeared under the surface of the water, his eyes closed, as he relaxed.
She moved swiftly to wash her hair, soaping it up and massaging it making it sweet smelling once more.
She tried to rinse it, but knew that she too would need to relax back into the water to thoroughly rid her hair of the suds.
Her body half turned as she moved sideways to try to cleanse her thick curtain of hair.

She turned fully as Brinn came fully to the surface.
She looked at him, wonderingly as her face broke into a smile.

"You think you're a mermaid, perhaps?"

She commented in amusement, unaware that turned as she was with her long hair draped between her breasts, she in fact looked much more mythical than he.

She watched him as he still tried to catch his breath.
Her back was to the tub, she had turned to face him.
She saw his gaze and assumed it went to her hair.

"Brinn ... could you help me rinse my hair ... I... just can't get the soap out of it ... it's much too thick... "

She asked half shyly as she smiled across to him.

"Or ... is that not what husband's do..?"

She teased.
 
He grinned at her "Making you a siren, I suppose?"

Moving close beside her he began to tease the long, thick, strands of hair between his fingers in the water. She was right, it WAS a long job, but his concentration on the job in hand meant that he hardly noticed the fact that he was leant so close, his chest brushing her back each time they moved.

It was sometime before his body registered the satiny feel of her skin sliding over his, and responded.
 
Alexia Kenton

"Making you a siren, I suppose?"

Alexia grinned and moved towards him as he moved to her and began to help her unwind her hair and wash out the suds.
Aware only of the feel of his hands on her head, stroking her hair as he gently tried to help her order the long strands and free them of the soap, Alexia did not feel intimidated by Brinn's closeness.

All Alexia knew was how soothing it felt to have his hands moving over her head, his touch so light, so gentle.
She bit back a contented sigh as she realised how she enjoyed him running his fingers through her hair and tipped her head sideways offering her smooth neck up to him as he teased the wayward strands.
Gradually she eased herself back, brushing against him at first, then eventually she was unable to resist letting her body relax to lean against him, allowing their bodies to make full contact beneath the still warm water.

Alexia gasped, astounded by the sudden bolt of awareness that ran through her body as his chest and her back finally made full contact.
Still she did not pull away, rather she moved her body experimentally against his.
It was then she felt his erection nudging her from behind.

"Ohhh... god... Brinn... "

She murmured, taken aback by her own arousal as well as his.
 
Her hair hung in wet strands, like vines, spreading out into finer tendrils in the water. The effect was so stunning that he'd accepted her leaning back into his embrace without much thought - his body maintaining the gallant reflex.

As she shifted against him, however, the slick friction of her skin jerked him back to the here and now with a shock. His hands settled on her shoulders and and he began to slowly knead her flesh in circles.
 
Alexia Kenton

Alexia wasn't sure just when or how Brinn's hands moved to her skin, but she felt the soft pressure as they moved tantalisingly in circles, both stimulating and relaxing her.

She gave a soft sigh and closed her eyes once more, relaxing into his touch. His hands were large, strong; his body behind her muscular and solid. He was so much more worldly wise, more experienced than she, in every way, yet for the moment none of that concerned her.

She was all but hypnotised by the repeated strokings of his hands and the soft lapping of the water around her lulled body.

"That feels good... mmmm... "

She found herself murmuring.
 
Brinn licked lips suddenly dry, feeling very much like he was trying to approach a skittish colt.

He work his hands across her shoulders, up her neck and then lower down her back. He kissed the nape of her neck, and then moved his lips around to just behind her ear.

Alexia was relaxed, moulded into him, but at the same time he could feel a slight tension to her body that bespoke her own arousal. He himself was steel hard, a combination of the pressure of her back and the blood warm water.
 
Alexia Kenton

Alexia murmured softly as Brinn's hands moved slowly, tenderly across her shoulders.
As his fingers grazed her neck, her body seemed to jolt.
The touch brought a heat to her cheeks that seemed to seep into her core.

His fingers seemed to send sparks into her skin as he moved down her back.
She held back a soft moan, eyes open now, amazed and almost fearful of the reactions in her own body.
She realised her breathing had quickened.
Her nudity was no longer a concern, all she was aware of were his hands as her mind raced to make sense of her emotions.

When he kissed her, Alexia gasped, her body shivering, but he maintained the contact of his lips and drew his lips tantalisingly along her skin, to come to rest beside her ear.

Alexia gave an incredulous whimper.

"Brinn.... ?"

The exclamation was questioning, seeking reassurance and understanding, but she did not pull away.
She gazed wonderingly up at him, fragile, vulnerable, but acquiescent.
Her eyes begged him not to hurt her, not to scare her, but they also smouldered with a need, she was barely aware of.

As he breathed on her ear and flicked a tongue out to lap her sensitive flesh, she moaned softly and pushed her body against his.
 
Although every fibre of his being was screaming at him to make her his, he was very aware of her fragile nature, and her innocence. He let his arms slide around her, sinking through the water to encircle her from behind palms flat against her waist and stomach, fingers lacing together over her, and holding her to him.

He bent his head around to meet her, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was as intense as it was tender, meant to reassure and awaken in even measures. His hands explored her flat stomach and her hips, intimate but unhurried.
 
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Alexia Kenton

Brinn’s arms wrapped around Alexia’s body and held her.
She felt his arms move through the water and slip to her waist.
His palms pressed against her waist and stomach and she felt herself being drawn towards him.

The feeling of his flesh pressed against hers was exquisite.
He was strong and warm and he exuded confidence and power.
Yet he was a strange combination. Alexia knew that he was gentle and caring and knew he understood her fears, her uncertainty. She was sure that he would not force her in any way.

Alexia let Brinn’s hand draw her back to push more intimately against him.
She sighed softly as his hands began to move, touching her tenderly.
The touch was both relaxing and stimulating.
His palms began to play lightly against her skin, teasing and stroking.

She felt him lean towards her and turned her head to meet his.
When his mouth moved to hers, Alexia gave herself up to the kiss.
Her body quivered with the intensity of the emotions that rocketed through her slight frame. The taste of him, the feeling of his lips on hers, their shared breath made her light-headed as their mouths moved over each other.

As her head tilted upwards towards Brinn, his hands moved slowly over her stomach, leaving a blazing trail of awareness, which burned hotter than the water in which they were sat. Brinn swallowed the soft exclamation of Alexia’s gasp as she felt his hands mould her hips. His hands moved freely now, at the waistline and below the waterline, his touch was exploratory, as if his hands were memorising her shape, her form, the slender perfection of her previously untouched body.

Breaking breathlessly from the kiss, Alexia put a hand out to rest on Brinn’s chest.
Seeking support, she steadied herself, then found her fingers moving timidly as if of their own volition to explore that rugged chest. Emboldened by the fact he did not brush her away, she glanced at him shyly and encouraged, raised a finger running it lightly to outline his muscular torso and gently stroking his scars, the trophys of his battles. Alexia watched mesmerised, wondering at her forwardness, examining, learning what it felt like to … touch … a man, to touch Brinn.
 
Knowing how new this whole thing was to her, he moved so slowly - and found it tempered his own hunger without diminishing it in the slightest.

He could see her concentration as she felt the lines of his chest, the firm muscle, the hard lines of white scartissue and the ruffled hair that dusted his pectorals. In response he trailed fingertips over her ribs, feeling the indentations where her recent privations had stripped weight from her.

He explored her thoroughly, feeling the curve of her back, the swell of her hips, buttocks and thighs. Disciplining himself to travel at her pace gave him a new appreciation for her body.
 
Alexia Kenton

Alexia watched her hands as they travelled lightly over his form.
She loved the feel of him, smoothness, roughness, the warmth and movement of his body beneath her questing fingers.
She looked up questionningly as Brinn moved his hands and mirrored her touches and set about letting his fingers carry out a similar exploration of her form.

Alexia caught her breath as she felt the slow, gentle movement of his finges as they circled her ribs and then moved to her back, stroking and smoothing her skin. Alexia mirrored his movements.
Her arm wound behind him and allowed her hand to play in the small of his back. She was aware of her body brushing intimately against his, but all she was focused on was the journey they fingertips were making as they outlined each other's body.

When Brinn moved his hand to her buttocks, she glanced up at him flushing as she let her hand smooth shyly upwards outlining his hips, feeling his narrow, muscular outline letting her hand trail down to the tops of his legs.

When Brinn moved his hands to squeeze her rounded bottom and draw her still closer to him, Alexia gave a soft moan, suprised by the heat that suddenly shot through her.

Her hands ceased their movement and flew to his chest, pressed flat against his body, mainly to steady herself and the tumult of emotions he was arousing in her, but also knowing that she would have the leverage to push him away if she needed to.

But for now, she did not pull away.
She allowed her head to fall forward and rest upon his chest, unaware that Brinn could feel her hot breath, which came in gasps now as his hands moved to explore her gently and intimately.

Still she held herself slightly away from him.
Her breasts, her groin tantalizingly close, yet not quite touching him.
The feeling of his hands upon her and the sensation of his chest beneath her cheek were almost overwhelming in their intimacy.

Alexia caught her breath, knowing that soon he would draw her to him.
She knew somehow that when their bodies met the sparks not kindling inside her would truly be ignited.
 
Steiner Returns!

*OOC: Well, that was a l-o-o-o-n-g Christmas break, but I'm back now! And what a greeting! <fans face> now, how to do justice to it?*

The blood was surging within him as he felt Alexia's caresses becoming less tentative and more sure. In addition the arousal in her eyes, her trembling body and the soft moans that escaped her as his hands explored her, made the hairs on his neck stand up.

Her skin was strangely yielding beneath his fingers, and yet firm too, he could mould the curves of her buttocks in his hand, and yet they pushed back against his palms, retaining their perfect shape. The water was beading on her throat, her breasts and her belly, he watched a single drop, glittering like a jewel as it slipped down the front of her perfect body, vanishing between the two of them, seperated now by only inches.

Conflicting desires chased through Brinn as he held her - still at half arms length from him - the desire to crush her to him, to feel her body against his, to taste her lips with his own. Half of him wanted to take her utterly, make her his own. And yet he was also filled with the desire to protect her, preserve her as she was now, unspoiled and perfect, as if he was not sufficent to the responsibility of being her first.

So, with trembling hands, the muscles of his forearms cording and jumping with the effort to attain stillness and control, he drew the rest of her body to him, slowly embracing her as if he was easing into hot water, one blunt finger parting the curtain of blonde hair that obscured her face to trace her lower lip. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes finding his almost with an air of puzzlement - as if she didn't know what to expect, but hadn't expected this gentleness.
 
Alexia

With infinite gentleness, Brin laid his hands upon Alexia's shoulders and began to draw her so slowly, so tenderly towards him.
The hands that Alexia had rested on his chest flattened now slipped limply to her side as he embraced her body, his arms now creeping to curl round to envelop her naked body.

The single digit parted the cascade of her hair, causing her to lift her head and look fully into his eyes. Incomprehension was clear in her gaze, as well as fear and above all arousal. His touch was light as he allowed the finger to trail downwards from her hair to drag sensuously down to her lower lip. All the time Alexia kept her wide eyes on Brinn's. She opened her mouth in a silent gasp as his finger made contact with the natural full redness of her lips.
What did he want? What would he do?
She had not expected a man of such experience to take things so slowly. She was naive, but not stupid, she guessed rightly that holding back like this was difficult for any man.

Slowly, Brinn moved the finger to trace the outline of her lips.
All the time their eyes held each other's mesmerised gaze.
Alexia could feel her breasts against his chest.
She knew that their groins were fractionally away from each other.
She felt her flesh tingle as the fingertip circled her pouty lips even as she tried to catch her own breath.
Without knowing just what she did, she flicked out her pink tongue to touch lap tentatively at the finger which explored her so lightly.

She heard Brinn groan softly.
The feral sound making her own body ache with need.

"Ohh.. god.. Brinn... "

The exclamation was drawn from her as she spoke raggedly.
His finger moved to nudge between her lips and she instinctively sucked it into her mouth.
She closed her eyes as her tongue lapped and flicked along his strong thick finger;
as she sucked the digit that had so been teasing her senses.

" .... Alexia ... "

Her name finally passed Brinn's lips.
Alexia shivered at the raw passion in his voice.
He withdrew his finger from her mouth.
Her eyes flew open, meeting his immediately.
She gasped as she felt his hardness nudge against her below the surface of the water.
 
OOC:

Soooo good to have you back Steiner!

Glad you had a good break!

Missed you and your stories so much hun!

{{{wrapping arms about you and pulling you close }}}


Mmmmm.... that's better!

::ggls::
Mari x
:rose:
 
As if somebody had opened a furnace door, Brinn felt flash-seared by the heat. The feeling of her mouth closing on his finger, and then, incredibly, her tongue twining and lapping at it! Finally, beneath the waters surface his hardness met her soft flesh, sliding over the slick surface of her belly as they knelt face to face in the huge tub.

From the trembling of her voice he knew that she was as adrift as he - swept away, and he knew that his course was set, he could no more prevent this than the beating of his heart, and he leaned towards her, his lips first brushing and then pressing hers. Her lips were already parted, still agape from his finger, and it was the most natural thing in the world for his tongue to seek hers, gently probing and exploring her mouth. His hands gripped her slightly harder, passion mounting in him, pulling her against him more firmly so that their bodies met from knee to shoulder. Her breasts were now pushed against his chest, her nipples taut against him, and he raised one hand from her hip to stroke the exposed side of her breast where it was flattened against him, one finger slipping between them to seek her nipple.

As he broke their kiss he half spoke and half whispered her name again, in wonder and need "Alexia...
 
Alexia Kenton

Brinn had kissed her before.
The touch of his lips always made her shiver, yet this time when his tongue slipped between her lips and into her mouth, Alexia tipped her head back with a moan of need and allowed his tongue to probe and explore.

His tongue was warm and gentle, yet as it flicked with more insistence, Alexia moved her own tongue to join his, as she tasted him.
Alexia could tell that her response had ignited Brinn's senses.
In response, Brinn's tongue jousted wildly, continually parrying Alexia's tentative movements, until he deftly captured her tongue and sucked on it hungrily.
Weak with arousal, Alexia merely whimpered as Brinn finally plunged his tongue deeply into her mouth, determined to taste and possess as his tongue swirled about lashing her sensitive flesh.

As Brinn's passion grew, Alexia felt Brinn’s hands as they gripped her more firmly and drew her determinedly towards him.
She felt the full contact of their bodies,
felt her sensitive breasts crushed against Brinn’s rock hard torso.
The touch of his hand on her breast made her moan.
His mouth swallowed the gasp, which exploded from her as his finger toyed with her diamond hard nipple making further exclamation impossible.

Alexia was overwhelmed by Brinn’s rising passion.
Her own head spun as she felt control slipping away from her.
Just in time, Brinn released her mouth.
Alexia moved her hands in a vain attempt to steady herself.
Her body continued to tremble in awareness as the searing heat continued to travel through her body.

Brinn moved himself, but inches away and breathed her name:

”Alexia...”

The tone of his voice sent sparks through Alexia's body.
She took a shuddering breath and turned her eyes to look deeply into Brinn's.
She no longer needed to understand this:
She barely knew what it was she needed, but trusted him to know what to do, how to make her complete, how to assuage the aching need that now filled her body.

”Ohh.. Brinn … please … “

She whispered hoarsely, the desire in her voice clear as she begged him to make her his.
 
Brinn made a decision and scooped her in his arms, lifting the pair of them dripping from the tub he stepped over to the bed and whipped the large, soft, blanket from it. Juggling Alexia and the blanket he moved to the floor before the large fireplace, setting the blanket near enough that they would feel its heat but far enough away to keep things comfortable.

Finally, laying her on the blanket, he settled beside her, seeing the flickering flames reflected on her dripping skin. She had asked, and he would now do his best, using every artifice, skill and remembered technique he could call to mind, to make this experience as consuming, awakening and satisfying as possible.

His lips sought hers again, hungrily and then the kiss broke. His hands roamed her body and he slid his mouth down with them. This time his touch was firmer, exploring and searching rather than teasing. Where a touch provoked a sigh or murmur from Alexia's parted lips, Brinn would follow it with a kiss, other times he would tease with his tongue or nip with his teeth and so he travelled from her lips to her toes. Having reached her feet he made his way back up her legs, this time his mouth led the way and his hands followed, and the journey had a specific destination - her legs falling over his shoulders as he kissed his way up her inner thighs.
 
Alexia Kenton

Alexia gasped as Brinn wrapped his arms about her and lifted her carrying her out of the tub. Somehow Alexia was more aware of her nudity as the droplets of water ran off her body or evaporated into the air. She was lulled by the feel of the soft blanket, which Brinn wrapped about her, pleased that it both dried and shielded her from his gaze. She looked at the fire before her as she was set gently down before it. The flames danced, but she felt at a safe distance still and welcomed the heat.
After being lifted out of the bathtub, the change in temperature of the room made her feel chilled.

The blanket half fell away from her, giving her enough of a shield for her to feel comfortable, yet allowing Brinn’s eyes and hands and mouth access to her youthful body. The kiss enflamed her senses once more, causing Alexia to utter a soft moan. She did not understand how it was that Brinn could so ignite her body, yet as his hands moved to stroke her skin, blazing a trail to allow his mouth to follow closely behind, Alexia laid back with a soft murmur and gave herself up to the delicious sensations that Brinn’s expert loving was sending through her body.

As she trembled, Alexia noticed that Brinn’s touches were firmer.
No longer did he treat her as a fragile object, touching as if afraid of breaking her. His hands, his tongue, his teeth, tasted, explored, awakened.
Brinn’s moans mixed with Alexia’s as he sought out her sensitive places.
At each murmur he halted to give still more attention to the erogenous area he had discovered.

Alexia was almost delirious with sensation by the time Brinn had worked his way slowly down to her feet.
He halted but momentarily allowing Alexia time to draw a ragged breath in a futile attempt to steady herself.

”Ohh.. God… Brinn…”

She murmured, unable to put into words, the aching need he had conjured up in her.
T’was like a form of magic, she felt spellbound, all she could focus on was how he made her body feel as she offered herself up to him on the blanket.
She gazed up at him dazedly, overwhelmed by his skilful play of her body.

The kisses started once more.

Soft tender touches on her legs, the flesh sucked in gently, grazed with teeth and then released to move upward, ever upward.
His hands followed, stroking where the mouth had been, soothing the hot imprint he left, yet in reality, branding her anew with his touch.
Brinn’s hands moved gently to spread Alexia’s legs, the blanket beneath her and discarded now.
Alexia shut her eyes as she gave a gasp, feeling his hair of his head brush her intimately, the hot breath upon her skin.
His kisses moved higher.
She glanced down to see him as he worked his mouth closer insinuating his tongue more intimately between her legs.
The sight caused her to moan in arousal and anticipation.
Somehow she found her legs raised; they slipped over his shoulders, opening her up to his exploration.
She arched her back with a soft cry as she felt his hot breath and the insatiable dart of his tongue.
 
With his tongue extended before him, Brinn bent to touch Alexia as she blossomed beneath him. A single light dab filled him with the taste of her - light, but musky - and he swept his tongue gently along the full length of her, feeling her lips part before him.

Alexia's response was inchoate exclamation, clearly this was rather new to her, and so he took it slowly, gently lapping her until the movement of her hips and the tightening of her legs on his shoulders told him she needed more.

Pressing his mouth in imitation of the passionate kisses they had been exchanging in the tub, Brinn's tongue furled into a point and pressed inward, probling slightly deeper. He was rewarded by a gasp and a involuntary jerk of her hips, so he repeated the movement again, then again, letting her fall into the rhythm of it . His hands wandered up her stomach, before brushing against her breasts, fingers splayed on the skin of her ribs, nails slightly indenting her flesh.

As she reacted to the new stimulus he slid his tongue further up, finding the hard nub that experience told him brought the strongest reaction. Sucking the whole area into his mouth, her wetness dripping from his chin, he circled the stiffening flesh in an ever tightening spiral, rapid strokes but as light as he could manage.
 
Aleixa Kenton

The cry that left Alexia’s lips seemed alien to her, even as the sensation of Brinn’s tongue as he tasted her so intimately seemed worlds apart from anything she had experienced or imagined she could feel! Her cheeks burned with arousal, knowing that even contemplating such an act should fill her with shame, yet Brinn drew his tongue with skilful slowness moving gently to insinuate his moist wetness between her folds.
Alexia gasped once more!
The feelings were so wondrous that Alexia felt herself flexing her legs and urging herself up to meet the exploratory laps.

Just as Alexia thought she had experienced all the sensations possible, Brinn’s tongue pushed inside her and probed deeper drawing a sharp cry and arching of her hips.
Her body jumped uncontrollably as again that firm stabbing entered her channel.
She gasped his name as he repeated the action.

”Ohh… God! …. Brinn…! …. “

Her voice was hoarse as she was drawn into the rhythm of his invasions.
The tongue feeling incredibly sensitive inside her sent her senses reeling.
A heat seared between her legs as his tongue pushed in still further and his hands traced upwards leaving a scorching trail across her stomach.
Again still further the tongue pushed, even as Brinn stroked her breasts and then moved to dig his nails into her soft sensitive skin.

Alexia cried out and arched her back, unable to hold back her responses.
Her hands grasped the blanket behind her as she gripped the material in a vain attempt to steady herself as once more she moaned, finding that hot tongue pushing still deeper.
Brinn released her momentarily, but Alexia could merely draw a breath before his head dipped once more and his mouth closed over her sex.
As Brinn suck her very essence into his mouth, Alexia bucked and squirmed helplessly.
Brinn steadied her and moved his tongue, stroking, teasing, moving slowly until he finally closed in on the centre of her arousal.

Finally his tongue hit the core, igniting her, the last iota of control lost.
Alexia’s body shook uncontrollably, her senses driven beyond control.
Alexia squealed as an unstoppable spasm rocketed throughout her body.
The wave of heat torched her from head to toe; she felt muscles contract.
She thrashed helplessly about Brinn’s tongue.
On and on, she poured the juices of her first orgasm into his hungry mouth as his head remained between her legs working on her unceasingly;
On and on, for as long as Alexia continued to moan, Brinn continued sucking and probing and drinking her until finally Alexia lay, trembling, dazed and uncomprehending, emitting a helpless whimper as Brinn finished devouring her.
 
As Alexia panted, her head tossing from side to side as she fought to recover her equilibrium, Brinn rolled to the side and lay beside her. Wiping his glistening chin on his hands he caressed her, letting her know he was still there.

His first idea was to let her get herself straight, but the sight of her slightly wide eyes, heaving ribs and the soft noises she was still making under her breath were going to his head. Was it his imagination or was there still something in her eyes that seemed to be pleading with him to complete her? Brinn shook his head in confusion - not sure whether he was projecting his desires on her, seeing what he wanted to.

And he REALLY wanted to see her writhe beneath him as he took her, making her his in a way both ancient and timeless.

He let his outside leg slip over hers as they lay, twined together now. His foot ran down her calf to her instep, and then across the sole of her foot, feeling her toes wiggle in response to the sensation.

He bent his head and kissed her collarbone, then her throat, then her jaw before whispering in her ear. "Say the word, Alexia, and I'll stop this here. I won't force you into something you aren't ready for - but I want you to know how ready *I* am for you."

He took her hand in his and ran it down his stomach until her fingers were extended, feeling her nails catching in the hair as he placed her hand on the hardness of his erection, between them.
 
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