[ When he's been thinking of sex with Isabelle, it's been a whole mix of images and ideas and dreams moving around in his head, without much head or tail to it, but one thing was for sure - no thought or dream could ever come close to the real thing. No dream could ever attempt to reach the level of feeling Isabelle against him, her lips dragging against his skin, her hair brushing his fingertips, her nails digging into his back, her hips moving into his, her heat setting him alight.
Unconsciously, he bites at her neck - gently still, as much as he can, his tongue running up along the rune there, as he clings to her tightly and moans desperately at the feelings every single rocking of her hips brings, fireworks exploding through his brain with every noise she makes. The two of them are pulling and pushing against each other, the bed creaking slightly under them, and Baby knows he's not going to last, not when she feels so good he can't breathe, in the very best way he's ever felt in his life.
He runs a hand through her hair, grabbing a fistful of it as his lips drag up her chin for a breathless kiss, the two of them swallowing each other's noises. ]
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Unconsciously, he bites at her neck - gently still, as much as he can, his tongue running up along the rune there, as he clings to her tightly and moans desperately at the feelings every single rocking of her hips brings, fireworks exploding through his brain with every noise she makes. The two of them are pulling and pushing against each other, the bed creaking slightly under them, and Baby knows he's not going to last,
not when she feels so good he can't breathe, in the very best way he's ever felt in his life.
He runs a hand through her hair, grabbing a fistful of it as his lips drag up her chin for a breathless kiss, the two of them swallowing each other's noises. ]