He is slow at first, and whether it is caution or being overwhelmed, she is grateful for it. But she grows used to the feel of being stretched by him, and then to the friction as he slides within her. When he withdraws she almost whimpers at the emptiness left in his wake, then gasps as she is filled once more. There are places his fingers never found, and all is sensation and heat.
Her fingertips press hard into his back, as though she might bring him closer yet in so doing, but she is not at all aware of it. "More," she whispers between ragged breaths. "Oh, my love, please...more...yes..."
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Date: 2019-01-16 10:23 pm (UTC)Her fingertips press hard into his back, as though she might bring him closer yet in so doing, but she is not at all aware of it. "More," she whispers between ragged breaths. "Oh, my love, please...more...yes..."