she smiles down at him, her fingers moving slowly and deliberately through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp where he seems to like it most . “yeah? feels that good, baby?” she whispers, her thumb stroking his stubbled cheek again, softer this time. she watches his face
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oh, this feels — this feels heavenly. eyes almost roll back in his skull each time her fingers run freely through his hair, it sends a tingling down his spine and makes him shiver.
"fuck, right there," he says, as her thumbs brushes against his stubbled cheek. "so good."