( the bow that'd previously begun to ravel before he'd been left trembling against her doesn't take long to build, remind itself of the heat that'd presided just moments before, the daze and subconscious rhythm her body can't help but to fall into and move with him. and she does, giving steady, deep swivels of her hips to use the friction of his thigh, his jeans, the pressure they provide in kind.
she'll hang on to that thought for when she can properly find a response to her tongue, for now heavy lids leave lashes fluttering closed, small moan escaping as throat bares itself in a slow crane backward, crown pressing against the plush of pillows beneath it. ) Baby.
( a hushed pant of his name, because he's got her, she's leaving herself entirely in his hands and it's all she can do to feel him, arm clasped up to the blade of his shoulders in a cling, the other in a clutch to the bicep keeping him propped at her side. )
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she'll hang on to that thought for when she can properly find a response to her tongue, for now heavy lids leave lashes fluttering closed, small moan escaping as throat bares itself in a slow crane backward, crown pressing against the plush of pillows beneath it. ) Baby.
( a hushed pant of his name, because he's got her, she's leaving herself entirely in his hands and it's all she can do to feel him, arm clasped up to the blade of his shoulders in a cling, the other in a clutch to the bicep keeping him propped at her side. )