[Clara smiles in response, giving a single, breathy laugh, then leans forwards to kiss Amos again, mouth warm and open. While he's distracted, she lifts up on her knees and guides him into her.
It's slow, at first, as she sinks her hips against his, slower than anything else has been tonight. His mouth left her unfurled, dripping, aching to be filled, but she doesn't rush it. She cherishes the push and the stretch, until he's nestled tight inside her.]
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It's slow, at first, as she sinks her hips against his, slower than anything else has been tonight. His mouth left her unfurled, dripping, aching to be filled, but she doesn't rush it. She cherishes the push and the stretch, until he's nestled tight inside her.]