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"What? You don't get to do that until you do something," She clarified, voice riddled with just the slightest hint of annoyance.
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Noah cocked his head. "Like... take off my shirt?"
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"Well what do you think i've been tugging at for a hot minute?" She asked, trailing her hands along his sides.
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Noah grinned and tugged his shirt off over his head and threw it across the room.
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"There you go," She mumbled, continuing to run her hands along his sides before bringing her lips to his.
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Noah grinned at her, kissing her back.
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She tilted her hips down on his again, shifting every few seconds.
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Noah groaned into her mouth, shifting against her.
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Noah's groan only encouraged Emery, the woman tilting more weight onto him.
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Noah groaned again, louder this time.
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