( she moves easily with him as she always has, fingers finding one another blindly in the dark, limbs moving together even within sleep to leave them intertwined through the late and morning hours. it does, however, allow him deeper into the hot clasp of her walls, causes them to flutter again and pull a gasp from her chest, letting go of his hand in favor of raveling both arms around him. there's no part of her willing to cease the roll of her hips, adjusting again to the way she needs to move, with him now rather than against him, heels tucked at the lower of his back.
everything's a daze, the way lips stumble against his temple, fingers fist up into his hair to keep a steady clutch of him while she moves, while hips grow a little more greedy in their pursuit. ) God, Baby- ( a tremble of a moan, tipping head to the side to give him the proper room to explore her neck, the rapid thrum of her pulse and the thin sheen of sweat coating sun-kissed flesh.
she doesn't need it to be messy, full of haste, but there is an underlying need that blooms and demands all the more of her attention. encourages pace to climb that littlest bit faster, nails scoring along the broad plane of his back as she rocks into his lap. )
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everything's a daze, the way lips stumble against his temple, fingers fist up into his hair to keep a steady clutch of him while she moves, while hips grow a little more greedy in their pursuit. ) God, Baby- ( a tremble of a moan, tipping head to the side to give him the proper room to explore her neck, the rapid thrum of her pulse and the thin sheen of sweat coating sun-kissed flesh.
she doesn't need it to be messy, full of haste, but there is an underlying need that blooms and demands all the more of her attention. encourages pace to climb that littlest bit faster, nails scoring along the broad plane of his back as she rocks into his lap. )