She followed his lead easily back onto the bed, back arching under his hand, her own, now freed, resting on his neck. Now that they were moving faster, she had no desire to slow down. It had been too long, she'd waited too long, and while she could be patient, if need be, she didn't want to. Being only half-dressed to begin with wasn't doing much to help that. They were close, but she wanted him closer; he was touching her, but she wanted him to touch her more. The only way she could say that, though, unwilling as she was to pull away to speak, was to deepen the kiss further, her other hand reaching to grasp the hem of his own shirt, though not yet moving underneath it.
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