[She no longer feels as frenzied as she had before he had brought her to her peak, and she is glad for it— she is no less wanting now, but her head is clear enough to be able to fully appreciate what he offers her. The steady rock of his hips sets a pace that she falls into just as easily, rolling her own in time with his as she tangles her fingers in his hair once again, mirroring him unintentionally.
They move together, fluid, and she takes him in just a bit deeper each time he pushes her back against the mattress. She does not know that she has ever been joined with someone so sweetly, and her nails press against the back of his neck as that delicious friction continues to build between them, her legs now all but wrapped tightly around his waist, her breath coming in soft puffs as continues to thrust into her. Her back arches beneath him once more, a less violent shift this time, and she moans plaintively into his mouth as they kiss, hot and wet and wanting.
With how far gone they had both already been, she doesn't imagine either of them will last long, but she plans to enjoy it for as long as it does— the heated, passionate press of his lips, the heart-stopping feeling of being full and stretched so tightly around him, the shallow sound of his breath, nearly indistinguishable from their own as they become lost in the moment, in a series of groans and sighs and feverish kisses that she refuses to let slip away.]
You're...
[Gods, but she feels exactly the same about him. He feels incredible. Even that seems an understatement.]
Fuck—
[It's probably the first time he's heard her curse in any capacity since they've met— not because she can't, but she so often chooses not to.
In this moment, as she feels delirious and can see herself becoming lost in him as he steadily pushes her towards another orgasm, it seems warranted.]
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They move together, fluid, and she takes him in just a bit deeper each time he pushes her back against the mattress. She does not know that she has ever been joined with someone so sweetly, and her nails press against the back of his neck as that delicious friction continues to build between them, her legs now all but wrapped tightly around his waist, her breath coming in soft puffs as continues to thrust into her. Her back arches beneath him once more, a less violent shift this time, and she moans plaintively into his mouth as they kiss, hot and wet and wanting.
With how far gone they had both already been, she doesn't imagine either of them will last long, but she plans to enjoy it for as long as it does— the heated, passionate press of his lips, the heart-stopping feeling of being full and stretched so tightly around him, the shallow sound of his breath, nearly indistinguishable from their own as they become lost in the moment, in a series of groans and sighs and feverish kisses that she refuses to let slip away.]
You're...
[Gods, but she feels exactly the same about him. He feels incredible. Even that seems an understatement.]
Fuck—
[It's probably the first time he's heard her curse in any capacity since they've met— not because she can't, but she so often chooses not to.
In this moment, as she feels delirious and can see herself becoming lost in him as he steadily pushes her towards another orgasm, it seems warranted.]