[ She's not accustomed to any form of luxury, and she can only describe Morgan's kisses like that-- something slow and lingering, something to sink into, and it's almost too good for her to deserve, but she has absolutely no desire to pull away.
And also absolutely no clue what to do with her hands, as they've been resting on her thighs for some time now. After a minute, one will drift up to trace the lines of his face, along a cheekbone, down near his jaw, back up to push her fingers into his hair, to guide him closer as she shifts towards him.
She'll be kicking herself for awhile as to why she hadn't kissed him a lot earlier, but for now, she's fine with making soft, contented noises in her throat when he comes back for another round. ]
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And also absolutely no clue what to do with her hands, as they've been resting on her thighs for some time now. After a minute, one will drift up to trace the lines of his face, along a cheekbone, down near his jaw, back up to push her fingers into his hair, to guide him closer as she shifts towards him.
She'll be kicking herself for awhile as to why she hadn't kissed him a lot earlier, but for now, she's fine with making soft, contented noises in her throat when he comes back for another round. ]