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[texas_forever]

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Her voice is just barely a breath against his ear, but Tim thinks it might just be the best thing he's ever her heard, his name like that, his name from her. His eyes roll slightly when her teeth scrape his ear, his knees giving slightly, wanting to feel more of her hand on his bare skin

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[izzyevans]

As his hand palmed the small of her back, Isabel arched against him out of an incessant need to be as close as possible. Their hips ground together. He was taller than her though not by a lot, but Isabel had to dig her heels in deep in the sand to gain leverage as she moved with him. Fingers skim along the top of his swim trunks before hooking under the elastic waistband. Maybe they should move somewhere else, but right then Isabel didn't care to let go of him.

[texas_forever]

His breath shudders at that touch and he can't help feeling a little embarrassed by it. His mouth works up the length of her neck, tongue flicking out against her earlobe and then teeth tugging as his hips roll forward again. His hand slides further up her back, fingers nudging the clasp of her bra, lingering there, but not yet taking the steps to unhook it. He wants her, so badly he can hardly stand it and, at the same time, is terrified she'll pull away again. Not that he can say that, can barely admit it just to himself.

[izzyevans]

"God," she breathed, the tugging of his teeth driving her absolutely crazy in the best of ways. Inclining her head just a touch, Isabel pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the top of his jaw. She lingered there for a moment, and then trailed her lips along his jaw line, letting them slowly work their way down to the column of his throat. Once there, her mouth claimed a path from the curve of his neck down to the base. Lips and tongue explored almost teasingly, working over skin, pressing against muscles, flicking at the pulse point.

[texas_forever]

Letting his eyes slip shut then, Tim's head falls back. He feels like he's warring with himself, except that losing is the most appealing option. Especially when she sounds like that and is giving every indication that she doesn't want to stop.

His fingers fumble slightly and he gives a quiet grunt of frustration before managing to unhook the fabric, his hand immediately spanning the skin of her back underneath, pulling her closer. "Isabel," he groans again, voice quiet, but giving away his absolute hunger.