[The heat of his satisfaction flushes her more effectively that the press of his mouth or the length of his eyelashes. She can feel it pressed close to her temple, mingling with her own like some heady perfume or the heavy taste of sweet liquor on the tongue.
But she does grow hot in the face, some low thrumming sensation thud, thud, thudding in the undercurrent of where her mind overlaps with his. She curls her finger tips against the underside of his jaw, the rough scrape of his short beard.]
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But she does grow hot in the face, some low thrumming sensation thud, thud, thudding in the undercurrent of where her mind overlaps with his. She curls her finger tips against the underside of his jaw, the rough scrape of his short beard.]
If you prefer.