Ok, hopefully you'll forgive me for the last short post, seeing as I'm posting the next bit right away!
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His lips were on hers in an instant, pressing his body against her more. It took her a split second to react and she began returning his kiss in earnest, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tilted her head in order to get a better position. His hands began to roam slowly over her soft curves, one slid up her spine, allowing his fingers to tangle in her long hair, while the other slipped lower, resting on her 'tush' briefly before pulling her towards him. She moaned into their kiss, opening her mouth to his eagerly waiting tongue.
Their tongues duelled fiercely, and Catherine couldn't help but feel smug as she raked her tongue over his, eliciting a deep moan from the normally quiet man. She let her hands wander, running over his chest before encircling his waist, pulling him tighter against her. She arched her back, grinding her hips into his, groaning at the feel of his hardness digging into her pelvis.
His hand slipped from her ass to caress her thigh through the material of her dress. It roamed lower, coming into contact with her smooth, creamy skin. Without warning he lifted her leg up, bending it at the knee before she took the hint and locked it round the back of his thigh, digging her heel in and allowing for far more intimate contact.
After a few more moments of frenzied exploration, the need for air became too great. Their lips separated, both panting heavily as Catherine rested her head against Gil's shoulder while he closed his eyes in an attempt to temper his libido. As he opened his eyes he became very aware of where they were, and what they'd just been doing. And judging by the small chuckle that emanated from the woman in his arms, she'd come to the same realisation also.
She lifted her head to look at him, at the same time lowering her leg so that she was standing properly again, albeit slightly wobbly. Gil bit back a moan as his eyes ran over her face, taking in the darker hue of her eyes, the flush in her cheeks that spread down to her chest, her parted, kiss-bruised lips, her mussed hair. He couldn't help but feel a little smug at the knowledge that he had affected her like this, that her lips were bruised from his kisses.
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You may have to wait a little bit for the next part. Bette, my muse, has done a runner and I'm sick so please bear with me!!!
Reviews help get rid of the illness (and consequently make me write sooner *hint*)
Lily
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