[ later she might even realize that she likes this position best, when she can be pressed against almost every part of him, sliding against his strength, his heat — because when she has to get up off of him, peel herself away, she feels the lack of it, that warmth disappearing, and the shiver that runs down the curve of her spine as she crawls to situate herself out in a position that offers herself up to him isn't just from anticipation but from perceiving that cooler air on her sweat-slick skin, on the wet mess between her thighs.
when she looks back at him the sight of him nearly takes her breath away, and her eyes are helplessly drawn to the movement of his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking their combined stickiness over the shaft, rubbing it back into the skin as he reacts to the sight of her in turn. he's magnificent, powerful, and completely uncovered, and she wants to stare at him for hours.
he gets up on his knees and positions himself, aligns them right, and then gently slips into her, and she curves forward, hands clutching twin grips of the bedsheets as she goes from being empty to so, so filled in one perfect instant. she moans then, when he leans down to cover her, his chest to her back, his voice in her ear, and she nods deliriously at his question. ]
Y-yeah, yeah. So good. [ her hand strafes up until she can rest it over the stone of his, pale and gripping around one thick red digit, something bracing but something that's him too, and she rounds her hips back into his, a gentle testing, starting to meet him in those movements, his breath stirring blonde wisps of hair against her ear, the nape of her neck. ] Do it slow like that. Let me feel it. Every inch of you inside me.
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when she looks back at him the sight of him nearly takes her breath away, and her eyes are helplessly drawn to the movement of his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking their combined stickiness over the shaft, rubbing it back into the skin as he reacts to the sight of her in turn. he's magnificent, powerful, and completely uncovered, and she wants to stare at him for hours.
he gets up on his knees and positions himself, aligns them right, and then gently slips into her, and she curves forward, hands clutching twin grips of the bedsheets as she goes from being empty to so, so filled in one perfect instant. she moans then, when he leans down to cover her, his chest to her back, his voice in her ear, and she nods deliriously at his question. ]
Y-yeah, yeah. So good. [ her hand strafes up until she can rest it over the stone of his, pale and gripping around one thick red digit, something bracing but something that's him too, and she rounds her hips back into his, a gentle testing, starting to meet him in those movements, his breath stirring blonde wisps of hair against her ear, the nape of her neck. ] Do it slow like that. Let me feel it. Every inch of you inside me.