[ she can't seem to stop trembling against him, each thrust knocking lose a gasp, a breathy moan, her fingers clutching his. she's still sensitive—smaller pulses of pleasure and sensation ripple down her spine in waves as stars burst across her vision, momentarily soothed by the kisses along her jaw. although he chases his pleasure, it's new enough that everything still feels good and intense, and she maintains the tight clutch of her body around him even when it borders on too much. she has no doubt that he would stop immediately if she said something but she's stubborn about it, unwilling to stop him when they've gotten this far; when he'd taken care of her even though he didn't have to.
maybe a part of her thinks he needs it, too—to allow himself to take when it's offered, regardless of whether or not he feels he deserves it; to let him have this one good thing without consequence. trust and affection, freely given.
he slides deeper, each push a new delight as her body molds around him, eager to conform to his shape, to grip him tight inside her. she comes again when he does, his name falling from her lips like the sweetest hymn, the gentle chime of a bell. her countenance splits open once more like crackling glass, raw and unguarded, a soft oh murmured in the scant space between them as he fills her up, warming her from the inside. the feeling of it makes it feel more real, somehow, knowing that there's no undoing it. yet despite the initial awareness, fondness swells in its wake, softening her expression as she watches him catch his breath.
carefully, she reaches up to brush his damp hair away from his face, leaning up to press her lips to his in a soft kiss. ]
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maybe a part of her thinks he needs it, too—to allow himself to take when it's offered, regardless of whether or not he feels he deserves it; to let him have this one good thing without consequence. trust and affection, freely given.
he slides deeper, each push a new delight as her body molds around him, eager to conform to his shape, to grip him tight inside her. she comes again when he does, his name falling from her lips like the sweetest hymn, the gentle chime of a bell. her countenance splits open once more like crackling glass, raw and unguarded, a soft oh murmured in the scant space between them as he fills her up, warming her from the inside. the feeling of it makes it feel more real, somehow, knowing that there's no undoing it. yet despite the initial awareness, fondness swells in its wake, softening her expression as she watches him catch his breath.
carefully, she reaches up to brush his damp hair away from his face, leaning up to press her lips to his in a soft kiss. ]