Her eyes were clouded and hooded, as she arched her neck to allow him better access to her throat, her back arching reflexively under his ministrations. She was struggling to form coherent and complete thoughts, and she didn't much mind. If this was the appeal of the opposite sex , then she might just regret not having been married earlier. She liked the way he said her first name in a heated moment, sure she would want to hear just how heated he could become.

She nodded with desire, and as her head lulled back, one of her hands unwound from his neck, where it was been running through the damp hair at the nape of his neck, to tug on first one, then a second pin, and it was all that it took to undo her hair, sending it tumbling around her shoulders. 'Like this?' she breathed her voice edged with passion, she returned her hand to his hair. She wanted to ask how she was doing but she wasn't sure she could string them together to ask.

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