[ She lets her legs slide against his, ankles bumping together, feeling the soft prickliness of blonde hairs against her calves. The warmth of him makes her want to bury herself against him, so she does, one arm looping around his shoulders and the other palm flat against his exposed stomach.
The soft pads of his fingers against her ribs, her hip, makes her shiver against his mouth, and she presses closer still, half-tugging herself into his lap.
Which puts them utterly off-balance. Luckily there's a blanket and soft sand beneath them, because they're going down. ]
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The soft pads of his fingers against her ribs, her hip, makes her shiver against his mouth, and she presses closer still, half-tugging herself into his lap.
Which puts them utterly off-balance. Luckily there's a blanket and soft sand beneath them, because they're going down. ]