( she's eager to take the seeking clasp of his hand with hers, folding their palms together, pressing them to the cushion of the mattress as she nearly falls forward over him. it takes a great deal of discipline not to lay completely against his figure, still too intoxicated by the way his skin feels on hers, heady and warm and all too welcoming. it's a moment before she adjusts, velveteen walls fluttering appreciatively around him, and it's when piercing gaze of his aligns with her own that she's given a bout of fire to move.
isabelle keeps herself propped using that single hand, laced with his, the other cupping at the column of his neck, thumb pressed to the line of his pulse, savoring the way it thrums so lively, so full of reverence. and it's with a second, hearty moan hidden against the pout of his lips that hips withdraw, leaving only the plush of his tip buried inside, before she takes him again.
fully, hips slotting perfectly together as they greet once more, and it's such rhythm she sets—something steady, breath pressed from the bed of her lungs every time he stretches her apart, black sweep of her hair falling messily along a single temple. for what she can, she keeps her gaze alight with his, attempting to fight off that urge to close and lose herself to him, but the way he looks at her... the way he's always looked at her, keeps her from giving in just yet. )
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isabelle keeps herself propped using that single hand, laced with his, the other cupping at the column of his neck, thumb pressed to the line of his pulse, savoring the way it thrums so lively, so full of reverence. and it's with a second, hearty moan hidden against the pout of his lips that hips withdraw, leaving only the plush of his tip buried inside, before she takes him again.
fully, hips slotting perfectly together as they greet once more, and it's such rhythm she sets—something steady, breath pressed from the bed of her lungs every time he stretches her apart, black sweep of her hair falling messily along a single temple. for what she can, she keeps her gaze alight with his, attempting to fight off that urge to close and lose herself to him, but the way he looks at her... the way he's always looked at her, keeps her from giving in just yet. )