[Her head spins, slow as it is. Her pulse race, her body arches, she aches for just a little more. He has her hooked, at the tips of his fingers. She admits it, the ability to take things slow is wonderful, but her patience comes in limited supply when it's mixed with want, with desire. And she's been wanting him since she woke up, now she just wants him more.
She breathes out his name, and arches her hips off the bed when he kisses below her breasts, down her stomach, and gives her want a voice. A word. A few words:] Undress me - please...please, Bellamy...come on...
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She breathes out his name, and arches her hips off the bed when he kisses below her breasts, down her stomach, and gives her want a voice. A word. A few words:] Undress me - please...please, Bellamy...come on...