[The hitch of his breath, that moan, the push of his hips, all conspire to stoke the warm ember of want in her stomach, her need to hear more of the same, and with far more need behind it. Slowly, but with increased intention, she strokes him, crooking her fingers in that same come-hither motion every now and again.
Watching him closely for a reaction, she slowly spreads those two fingers apart, stretching him out around her.]
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Watching him closely for a reaction, she slowly spreads those two fingers apart, stretching him out around her.]