Neville was beyond caring about anything other than Linda. How could he possible focus on anything else? For all he knew the world could have exploded and he wouldn't have known. He only knew Linda's lips, Linda's hands, Linda's smell, Linda's hips doing those...things! Things that were making his body feel like it were made of jelly. His lips moved on their own accord, kissing her in a way that almost seemed more intense than the first bout of kissing they had experienced in the Greenhouse all those days ago. How long ago was that day, anyway? He didn't know, but by the way he was eagerly kissing her it could have been years ago. The fact that she moaned that way made him dizzy, and his eyes closed for a moment as his head started to spin. If she didn't stop that, things were going to get out of control in his pants, and that was something he wasn't used to experiencing with other people present.
The hands that were on the back of Linda's thighs moved up a bit, realizing that all this skin really was free to him. He didn't know what to do other than move his hands up and down the back of her thighs, but it was hard to think about that when he realized that he had, gently, arched his body up into her rocking.
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