First his mouth on the back of her neck, then his hands over her ribcage and palming her breasts, then his fingertips on her spine, and soon she stopped keeping track. It was like being buffeted with a warm, sensual wind coming at her from all sides. Her mind slipped away, not into an emptiness or a fog, but a warm hazy glow of arousal from his kisses and caresses.
What did stay with her was that powerful sense of rightness, of belonging with and to him. It only intensified when he pulled her up and back against his chest to bury himself so deep in her that even with as hard as he thrust, he didn't ever pull out. Acting purely on instinct for pleasure, and trusting in his grasp to hold her up, she drew his grasping hand down so that his fingers grazed her clit and labia while he rocked into her.
The first time his thrust finished with his gingers against her, she cried out, and her hands clenched convulsively. One set of fingernails curled into his arm and the other tore at the bedclothes. "Neil, my mate, oh god, Neil."
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Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn
Date: 2018-12-15 05:05 am (UTC)What did stay with her was that powerful sense of rightness, of belonging with and to him. It only intensified when he pulled her up and back against his chest to bury himself so deep in her that even with as hard as he thrust, he didn't ever pull out. Acting purely on instinct for pleasure, and trusting in his grasp to hold her up, she drew his grasping hand down so that his fingers grazed her clit and labia while he rocked into her.
The first time his thrust finished with his gingers against her, she cried out, and her hands clenched convulsively. One set of fingernails curled into his arm and the other tore at the bedclothes. "Neil, my mate, oh god, Neil."