Daphne didn't know why the embargo was over, but oh, was she glad. She'd wanted to do this for months. She was tired of leaving his room with both of them frustrated and disappointed, and she kissed him enthusiastically to let him know how much she approved. Low, guttural whimpers sounded in her throat as his hands moved over her skin, as she pulled his jeans open and slipped her hand inside, curling her fingers around him with a hitch in her breath.
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2012-10-23 06:15 (UTC)