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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.
And, of course, wanting to get some of his own in.
Mouth still skimming the skin of her shoulder, Tim's hand drifts under the bottom hem of her shirt, touching the soft curve of her waist and skimming along to settle at the small of her back again as his hips rock forward. The fact that they're still on the beach, still out where pretty much anyone could walk by barely registers. Everything has narrowed down to just her, to those sounds she's making and how she feels under his touch.
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.
And, of course, wanting to get some of his own in.
Mouth still skimming the skin of her shoulder, Tim's hand drifts under the bottom hem of her shirt, touching the soft curve of her waist and skimming along to settle at the small of her back again as his hips rock forward. The fact that they're still on the beach, still out where pretty much anyone could walk by barely registers. Everything has narrowed down to just her, to those sounds she's making and how she feels under his touch.