She had beautiful eyes. He could and did get lost in hers sometimes. He groaned loudly as he slid in, a perfect fit. He moved, thrusting long and slow, taking his time with each stroke to build her up again. He nipped lightly at her lower lip as they moved together. Though it had only been a few days apart, he'd missed her, and he'd missed this. One of his hands sought hers, fingers twining and drawing it up over her head and groaning into her mouth.
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