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Whisper lost his kiss when he laid her down on his bed. That was when he pulled back to slide the cotton straps of her dress from her shoulders, easing it down over her hips, taking her panties with it.
She arched to unhook her bra while he shed his tee-shirt and shorts. They finished stripping at the same second, just as he dropped down over her to pick up their kiss where it had left off.
His long, hard form dwarfed hers. Nestled beneath him, lost in their kiss, she couldn’t imagine ever feeling safer or more content.
Whisper was so consumed by his kiss, so enthralled by it that she didn’t realize the route of his hand until his finger slid into her.
Her whole body slackened, even her mouth forgot to keep kissing as her head rolled back. “Oh God,” she exhaled when he pulled it ou
