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Stolen Moments
She was clinging to the bark of the tree behind her in a white-knuckled grip.
His nimble fingers worked along her soft folds, until able to caress around her entrance. Smoothing the silky dampness there until his finger could glide smoothly into her.
She drew a quick breath at the sudden sensation.
He dropped his elbow against the rough bark so he could lean his face against her. Exchanging breaths with her as he discovered and challenged the depths of her. Working his finger in brushing strokes. Agonizingly slow, torturous in their expertise. Rubbing along that spot that made her writhe against his hand, yearning for more.
Bark scraped under her fingernails. Perilously close to jabbing beneath as she clawed at it to steady herself.
She blinked slowly but as the sensations circled through her, they forced her neck tight, driving her head upward.
His lips fell to the side of that delicate throat. Wrapping warmly along the flesh and sear
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