[Another sigh and a quiet breath in as he draws back only to slide back into place. There is nothing hurried about it as she rocks forward and back in time with that unhurried pace so that she felt every inch of him as he filled her. Even if the pace was slow it was not torturous--it was measured, to feel each touch and movement that was so often lost in other couplings where the focus was not in the coupling but the race to the finish.]
[She shifts upward, pushing herself up with the arm at the back of the couch but arching her back to maintain the right angle for them. She untangles her fingers from his to seek out his face, touching his cheek before curling into his hair and around the back of his neck to draw him closer so she might kiss him.]
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[She shifts upward, pushing herself up with the arm at the back of the couch but arching her back to maintain the right angle for them. She untangles her fingers from his to seek out his face, touching his cheek before curling into his hair and around the back of his neck to draw him closer so she might kiss him.]