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Pandimora flicked her tongue against Drew's, twined her tongue with his, then she traced his lips.
Drew tightened his butt muscles and arched, lifting both of them upward, once, twice. She wriggled her hips and settled more firmly on him, the sensation an arrow of need spearing through her. Drew cupped her breasts, caressing them and she felt him grow even harder inside her.
She closed her eyes, savoring the multitude of sensations. She bit the corner of her lip, gave a small sigh, and felt even more gloriously alive as Drew kissed her again. White hot sensations clawed at her as an inner explosion of need jumped through every muscle.
She rocked against him, her hands capturing his and holding them on either side of his head at the back of the tub, now holding his larger wrists.
She had a difficult time hanging on to lucid thought and the blue light was starting to go wild all around them with a rhythm all its own, adding vibrancy to their lovemaking. Hazily, she also saw strings of gold light encircling them.
She loved the ride, the buildup, the momentum increasing as did the friction and heat between them.
They kissed hotly, open mouth, tongue to tongue.
"You're so giving," he murmured.
"You make it easy."
She moved torturously slow, then faster and more wildly, her hair flying around them.
Drew's breath sounded ragged. He arched his hips up, tirelessly setting a smooth, fast rhythm. The blue and gold light became almost blinding so she closed her eyes and just let the sensation bombard every bit of her.
Faster he thrust into her body, and she met him with her own strength, her head back as she said his name. Then everything shattered, the air around them erotically charged. He caught her on either side of her hips, lifted her up, then she plunged down and all thought skittered away as they became a jumbled mass of nerve endings and exploding sensations.
Reality slipped away and pulled her into a timeless space where for an infinitesimal moment, all souls were the same.
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