...Ember's Balls, she chose the damnedest moments and the damnedest ways to make him emotional--but there it was, that hot clawing thing in his empty chest that made it hard to do anything more than just linger there for a moment, pressing his lips to her shoulder and just remembering how to breathe because of how fiercely he loved her...and how much deeper he fell in love with her for moments like these.
When she offered him the world in small gestures, like he had any right to it.
So he thought for a moment, realized she was right about the position, and smiled as he raked his teeth over the spot he'd pressed his lips--light, teasing little nips as he reached down to guide his cock to her entrance, pushing into her body slowly with a smile against her neck. For just a moment, he remembered those first couple of nights together, how he'd taken her slowly and silenced her with a kiss--and how she'd hit him and called him a bastard once he let her speak after he was buried inside her.
This time, as he eased into her body with deliberate care, he didn't try to swallow her moans or cries while he purposefully teased her by taking his time.
Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn
Date: 2018-12-06 05:59 am (UTC)When she offered him the world in small gestures, like he had any right to it.
So he thought for a moment, realized she was right about the position, and smiled as he raked his teeth over the spot he'd pressed his lips--light, teasing little nips as he reached down to guide his cock to her entrance, pushing into her body slowly with a smile against her neck. For just a moment, he remembered those first couple of nights together, how he'd taken her slowly and silenced her with a kiss--and how she'd hit him and called him a bastard once he let her speak after he was buried inside her.
This time, as he eased into her body with deliberate care, he didn't try to swallow her moans or cries while he purposefully teased her by taking his time.