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The kiss sets me on fire. All the pain completely disappearing. It's just him. And his lips.
The kiss is like an answer to a question I didn't know I was asking.
We mold into each other. Our lips moving together so harmoniously it's as though we've done this a thousand times before.
I hastily bring my fingers into his hair. Massaging his scalp as he kisses me. He moans into my mouth, bringing his hands down from my face to roam my body. Where his hand's touch I feel tingles blossom underneath, the feeling so good I can't help the moan that comes from me. He grips me harder at the sound. I feel him harden against my stomach. Immediately making me need more of him, to feel more of him.
I reach down t
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