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[That second smack drives her to the brink, but it's the way he digs in his nails that makes her come. She doesn't hold back when it happens, her lips parting as she makes a sharp cry that sounds like a strangled version of his name. Her own nails drag against his chest, and she keeps her eyes on his as the crest washes over her and leaves her still and tense against him. The intensity in the way he watches her makes her feel like she could come undone all over again, just so he'd get the pleasure of witnessing it.

She doesn't, of course, and is left panting and smiling contently. Her nails dig into his chest before her touch turns soft and soothing, and she curls down over him to sweetly kiss him.]

I really like these wake up calls you keep giving me.