( everything's heightened between them, there's nothing but the crisp sound of his gasps and the way her own stutter in attempts to hush them back, anything to further focus on his. she knows when he's unraveling, can see it in the way his eyes bloom with a tell-tale craze, desperation sitting in the subtlest tuft of his brow, however the most prominent giveaway is his hips. their lively ruts, chasing into her again, again, and the moment he seizes only to break into a tremble upon his release, she moans with him as if it were her own.
fingers remain tightly clasped within his hair, lightly dampened with sweat, only do they loosen and turn to a gentle, soothing brush toward the nape of his neck and back through when the twitches raking his body come to a still. he apologizes to her and she has to wonder how he could ever think such a thing belonged, that she'd ever expect it after bringing him to that by merely feeling her, outside of all of their layers.
index finger presses to his lips, a comforting hush falling from hers as she lifts her head to place petite kisses beneath each of his eyes, resting just against his cheek bones while a pleased, maybe even a little proud smile curls slowly to the edges of her mouth. ) What are you sorry for?
( she's still breathy herself, replacing that digit on the bed of his brims with a peck just there, looking at him as if in disbelief he should find any sort of embarrassment. lithe touch settles over the forearm hidden beneath the front of her shirt. ) I like it. ( a tiny hum, heavy with satisfaction. ) Lindo.
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fingers remain tightly clasped within his hair, lightly dampened with sweat, only do they loosen and turn to a gentle, soothing brush toward the nape of his neck and back through when the twitches raking his body come to a still. he apologizes to her and she has to wonder how he could ever think such a thing belonged, that she'd ever expect it after bringing him to that by merely feeling her, outside of all of their layers.
index finger presses to his lips, a comforting hush falling from hers as she lifts her head to place petite kisses beneath each of his eyes, resting just against his cheek bones while a pleased, maybe even a little proud smile curls slowly to the edges of her mouth. ) What are you sorry for?
( she's still breathy herself, replacing that digit on the bed of his brims with a peck just there, looking at him as if in disbelief he should find any sort of embarrassment. lithe touch settles over the forearm hidden beneath the front of her shirt. ) I like it. ( a tiny hum, heavy with satisfaction. ) Lindo.