<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Her head tipped back, baring her neck to him.  She ignored the mention of his age -- again -- and focused instead on his touch.  "It's been awhile for me too," she breathed, cupping her hand around the back of his neck.  "Over a year which is plenty long enough and -- fuck, he was such a puppy and you're not, you're so not," she babbled.  <br/>
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The kisses enflamed her more -- but not enough.  "More," she breathed against his lips.  "I want more, Gabriel.  Show me what you're holding back.  I'm not as fragile as I look -- I can take it."</span></span>