Nostalgic

He laughed and bent to seek her mouth, capturing
it to trace the outline with the tip of his tongue.
Deborah parted her lips to his probe, and his tongue
slid smoothly into her mouth, teasing over her own
tongue and the roof of her mouth. His arms came around
her, one slipping low to squeeze the roundness of her
rear cheeks and the other to slide along her neck and
into her hair. Breaking off the kiss suddenly, he pulled
the long scarf from her head.

"What is this?" he frowned, dangling it from his fingers.

"I didn't have time to--"

"I like your hair disordered," he interrupted, shoving
the offending scarf into his pocket and ruffling his
fingers through the tangled waves. "That's better." David
rubbed over the nape of her neck and pulled her to him again,
taking her mouth with practiced authority.

Deborah responded hungrily, her hand smoothing under his
shirt to caress the warm skin of his stomach, making it
ripple under her fingers. David sighed over her lips then
pulled away. Moving behind her, he bent to wrap his arms
around her and pull her close. "I will never tire of seeing
the sunrise on your body," he whispered, feathering over
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