[He met her mouth with his own smiling way, aware of why she was coming on down to kiss him. One could be swearing in French and it would still somehow sound vaguely romantic. She wasn't that kind of woman, which he appreciated, even if it meant he could needle her about it later, assuming he remembered when sober.
That didn't stop him from thrusting up into her with each motion of her body, his hands sliding further on her shoulders now that she was down his way. He even made a point of sucking on her lower lip, doing a neat twist of his hips when he was deeply embedded in her.]
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That didn't stop him from thrusting up into her with each motion of her body, his hands sliding further on her shoulders now that she was down his way. He even made a point of sucking on her lower lip, doing a neat twist of his hips when he was deeply embedded in her.]