Eventually he pulled away enough to speak, breath still mingling with her own. "Am I keeping track, Sweetling?" Teasing her, but also entirely serious. Moving to her own neck and throat, keeping himself supported with the one arm while the other moved to touch her. This time laying out the path his mouth would take.
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Date: 2022-01-30 11:36 pm (UTC)