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[It's enough to allow him a moment or two of breath, to clear his head from the arousal that had quite easily taken over for the moment. He tugged at his shirt at her continued insistence, pulling it up over his head and dropping it onto the pile that had started with her shirt and bra as well. His hair static-ed out a bit, but he didn't care as the cool air hit his skin.

Then, he was right back at her breasts, this time sealing his mouth over a nipple while his fingers attacked the other. He had enjoyed the sounds she made and he wanted to hear it again, even as his pants grew far too tight for comfort.]