There's a little war in Addie right then. She wants to let her hands roam
- to her breasts, her belly, his hair, but she also shivers when she
remembers the tone of his voice when he told her to leave them where they
were. For now, she settles with lifting her hips to press against his
mouth, rock down onto his fingers.
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There's a little war in Addie right then. She wants to let her hands roam - to her breasts, her belly, his hair, but she also shivers when she remembers the tone of his voice when he told her to leave them where they were. For now, she settles with lifting her hips to press against his mouth, rock down onto his fingers.