Fire and gasoline. Their nicknames, really. He hadn't learned yet what she could really take, but he was on the right path. She twisted and arched under his abuse, starting to swear softly and urgently. Through it all she told him how good he felt. She couldn't help herself. It did feel that good.
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Date: 2014-07-09 01:00 am (UTC)