[Sometime that isn't now, because she can't focus on words while his fingers are rubbing against her palm. A gasp escapes her, another moan, and she turns her face to kiss him back. She doesn't have the energy to do much more than this, but the arousal building inside her is feeding strength into lethargic limbs.
Her tongue flicks lightly against his lips, her body arching again as his fingers drag across her palm. Muscles in her stomach and legs tighten, arousal tingling between her legs.
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Her tongue flicks lightly against his lips, her body arching again as his fingers drag across her palm. Muscles in her stomach and legs tighten, arousal tingling between her legs.
This is better than a nap, really.]