They'd exhausted each other two nights ago for the first time, but this didn't feel like a second time. Not with the way they fit and found each other, not with the way he was saying 'I got you' even though they'd been playing and laughing a minute before, and not with the way he knew 'don't stop' didn't mean for him to shove his hand between them to bring her off with his thumb against her clitoris.
It meant she could let the need roll up over her, ache and throb and crave not the orgasm that would happen anyway, but the fullness and friction of him hard and huge inside her, and their bodies moving together. The subtle play of his chest hair against her breasts. The weight of him over her and the rough hair of his outer thighs against the sensitive skin at the inside of hers. All of the simple sensual, animal pleasures of being with a man.
This man in particular.
Since he'd slowed, she reveled in the myriad sensations, dragged her foot up the back of his calf, both to touch him and to feel it when his pubic bone ground against her mons. Deliberately sank her nails into the muscles of his back but didn't pull or scratch yet, just held on and promised stripes to go with those and the bites she'd left the other night.
Somehow they'd gone from frantic and fevered to a slow burn, deep and hard, and it was everything she didn't realize she'd wanted.
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Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
Date: 2018-09-18 06:50 am (UTC)It meant she could let the need roll up over her, ache and throb and crave not the orgasm that would happen anyway, but the fullness and friction of him hard and huge inside her, and their bodies moving together. The subtle play of his chest hair against her breasts. The weight of him over her and the rough hair of his outer thighs against the sensitive skin at the inside of hers. All of the simple sensual, animal pleasures of being with a man.
This man in particular.
Since he'd slowed, she reveled in the myriad sensations, dragged her foot up the back of his calf, both to touch him and to feel it when his pubic bone ground against her mons. Deliberately sank her nails into the muscles of his back but didn't pull or scratch yet, just held on and promised stripes to go with those and the bites she'd left the other night.
Somehow they'd gone from frantic and fevered to a slow burn, deep and hard, and it was everything she didn't realize she'd wanted.