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[ She's too caught up in how good this feels, how right it feels to remember that this might be very wrong. It's only been two months but she feels a connection with Stefan she can't describe, it's more than physical. But oh, the physical is so very nice.
Their bodies move together with a beautiful sort of rhythm, every stroke of his hips illicit a sound from her lips, sometimes pressed against his, sometimes moving restlessly against his jaw. Her hands are just as restless, pulling and tugging him closer as if she can somehow get him to melt into her and then she'll never have to stop feeling this way. But it's when his hands slides between them, when his fingers brush against that bundle of nerves that she starts to lose her mind.
She curses softly against his lips, shuddering beneath him as her body instinctively arches into the touch, wanting more of it but almost afraid to accept it. She's close to coming undone, his name a whisper on her lips as if she can somehow tell him as much, as if that can somehow convey the depths of how good she's feeling right now or what she feels for him.