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[His hips shift as she tugs at his pants in return, and he manages to kick them off, and they fall into a heap with the rest of their slowly building pile of clothes on the floor, leaving only a few flimsy layers of fabric between them.
He pulls his head back to look at her for a moment, her eyes dark with lust, and she's never looked more beautiful than she does in that moment, underneath him, her blonde hair fanned out in messy curls around her head like a golden halo.
And then his head descends so that he can kiss her again, his hand slipping down between them and then underneath the fabric of her underwear. He wants to touch her, to make her squirm, so that she'll keep making those amazing noises.]