( Will, you might want to leave apology baskets of weed fruit at your neighbours' doors, because Kate's not exactly quiet by any stretch of the imagination, her voice throaty from exertion the faster she moves, thigh muscles clenched around his as a particularly intense shot of pleasure shudders her to a near halt, nails digging into his shoulders.
Fuck, indeed. She catches her breath with deep gulps, slowly pushing herself back until her hands curl around Will's knees, giving her the support she needs to grind down on him, tossing her head back; the line of her body a map of muscle and old scars, a million stories that remain untold, all the evidence that she does, that she's always doing something. The busier you are, the less time you have to think.
And this sort of action, the lift and rocking of her hips against him, is easy to get lost in. To forget that there's anything beyond this tiny apartment and the warm body beneath hers, or the shocks of pleasure coursing electric through her each time she slides down his length. That she's doing this for anything more than the fact that it feels fucking amazing-
Who cares right now? She bites her lower lip as she grinds down on Will, but it doesn't stop the drawn out moan that escapes her at all. )
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weedfruit at your neighbours' doors, because Kate's not exactly quiet by any stretch of the imagination, her voice throaty from exertion the faster she moves, thigh muscles clenched around his as a particularly intense shot of pleasure shudders her to a near halt, nails digging into his shoulders.Fuck, indeed. She catches her breath with deep gulps, slowly pushing herself back until her hands curl around Will's knees, giving her the support she needs to grind down on him, tossing her head back; the line of her body a map of muscle and old scars, a million stories that remain untold, all the evidence that she does, that she's always doing something. The busier you are, the less time you have to think.
And this sort of action, the lift and rocking of her hips against him, is easy to get lost in. To forget that there's anything beyond this tiny apartment and the warm body beneath hers, or the shocks of pleasure coursing electric through her each time she slides down his length. That she's doing this for anything more than the fact that it feels fucking amazing-
Who cares right now? She bites her lower lip as she grinds down on Will, but it doesn't stop the drawn out moan that escapes her at all. )