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She didn't care what he looked like, she was still hers, and that's all that mattered. Emery guided his hands once more |
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Noah let her, always complaint. |
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She glided his hands over to her waist, the warmth spreading through her. |
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Noah grinned, loving the feeling of her soft skin. |
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The feeling of his hands on her body ignited her, breaking away for a moment to catch a breath. |
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Noah looked up, worried. "Did I do something?" he asked. |
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"No, just catching a breath." She explained, looking back to him after a moment and cupping his face lightly before pulling him back in. |
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Noahs smile returned, kissing her back. |
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She shivered lightly at his touch, leaning into him. |
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Noah smiled, just keeping her hands where she placed them, waiting for her to progress things further or continue to instruct him. |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
