Asher moans into the kiss, the heat of Anita's body against him, around his fingers, doing more to turn him on almost than her cries. He draws back from the kiss slowly, blinking as if in a daze as he looks down at Anita, letting his fingers slide from her body slowly.
He kisses Anita's shoulder, trails his lips across until he can switch to Jean-Claude, touching them both, always.
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Date: 2009-10-03 11:02 pm (UTC)He kisses Anita's shoulder, trails his lips across until he can switch to Jean-Claude, touching them both, always.