[Her breath catches in her throat once more as his slick fingers come to rest atop her own, sending a shiver through her to mirror his own shuddering exhale, and gods, he is stunning, flushed and wanting and beautiful. Everything feels easy with him, as natural as breathing, and her worries of causing him more pain, of complicating things— all of that is gone, though perhaps it will come creeping back once they're through. Though a distinct possibility, she does not want to believe it could happen, not after this, not after how very right it feels.
She nods steadily, gently pulling him through her grasp once more, giving a careful turn of her wrist as the head of his cock passes through the circle of her hand, her touch slow and doting and deliberate, and she lifts her chin to claim another kiss, an offer of reassurance just as much as it is a request for more.]
I've never been more certain of anything.
[A sweeping statement, perhaps, but truthful— there are no doubts left within her heart, not now. She eases him from her grasp, only to gently grab hold of his hip and tug him towards her, encouraging him to come closer despite the fact that there is little space left between them to begin with.]
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She nods steadily, gently pulling him through her grasp once more, giving a careful turn of her wrist as the head of his cock passes through the circle of her hand, her touch slow and doting and deliberate, and she lifts her chin to claim another kiss, an offer of reassurance just as much as it is a request for more.]
I've never been more certain of anything.
[A sweeping statement, perhaps, but truthful— there are no doubts left within her heart, not now. She eases him from her grasp, only to gently grab hold of his hip and tug him towards her, encouraging him to come closer despite the fact that there is little space left between them to begin with.]
It's what we both want.
[She's certain of that, as well.]