[ She tries to get away in a frantic undulation of hips -- and Hei can't resist wrapping both arms around her waist, enfolding her sex with his mouth and sucking on her mercilessly, an appreciative bone-deep hum that he knows will vibrate all through her. He keeps at it until he knows she's shivering right at the lip of her climax -- before he lets her go, nudging her to flop across the mattress beside him. ]
[ Propping himself on an elbow, he wipes his mouth with the back of his free hand. She asks for lube, and his muscles tighten, but he doesn't know if it's because he is falling back into wonderfully dark memories or ahead into delicious anticipation, but his interest is palpable, a raw chemical signature that cannot be mistaken for anything else. ]
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[ Propping himself on an elbow, he wipes his mouth with the back of his free hand. She asks for lube, and his muscles tighten, but he doesn't know if it's because he is falling back into wonderfully dark memories or ahead into delicious anticipation, but his interest is palpable, a raw chemical signature that cannot be mistaken for anything else. ]
[ In a voice of effortful steadiness, ]
The drawer next to you.