[ Grell's breath hitches and shutters, hand curling under his hold. Craning her neck back, she allows him the reign to explore - and, meanwhile, delicately pets her fingertips through the mussed hair residing at the nape of his neck.
Though pleased noises escape her with every touch of his lips, it's that spot at her shoulder which she particularly seems to react. Teeth pressing into her lip, her body arcs into William's, a quiet moan rolling off her tongue.
Shifting, she parts her legs, thighs pleasantly pressing into his hips. It's more comfortable - it's closer. ]
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Though pleased noises escape her with every touch of his lips, it's that spot at her shoulder which she particularly seems to react. Teeth pressing into her lip, her body arcs into William's, a quiet moan rolling off her tongue.
Shifting, she parts her legs, thighs pleasantly pressing into his hips. It's more comfortable - it's closer. ]