She's so relaxed now that it's almost as if there's no filter between her brain and the sounds she's making: everything ranging from low groans to soft, high whimpers when his fingers curl behind her earlobe.
She'd blush if she were an outsider; here, all she can do is lean into his hands as if he'd known this was what she'd needed all along.
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She'd blush if she were an outsider; here, all she can do is lean into his hands as if he'd known this was what she'd needed all along.