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[dogbitesman]

From here.

That was all the encouragement he needed, really, to take his hands away and ver quickly shuck his shirt. Briefly, because that meant he could have his hands on her again, pulling her own shirt up as he resumed kissing her, hard enough that it came close to tipping the both of them over.

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[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta took a long few moments to continue kissing him before she leaned back, letting her head fall back and her arms lift up so the shirt could be discarded.

[dogbitesman]

Her head back like that meant that her neck was just far too much of an invitation, and William fell to kissing and nipping it as he drew the shirt up over her arms, returning his hands to the bare skin of her sides, her back, her stomach as soon as they were free to do so, fingers pressing and gripping soft flesh and taut muscle.

[dishabille_mal]

"William, you- oh," she murmured, spine rolling, pressing against him wherever she could. She pulled his head up to kiss him as hard as she could.

[dogbitesman]

With only a hint of a question, since he felt fairly confident of what she was getting at, he said, "Mmmn?" words swallowed by the kiss, which he returned just as passionately, rolling his hips up against her, running his hand up her back to unclasp her bra on the way up to tangling in her hair.