( there's nothing traditional about the two of them—it wasn't as if she was a woman who couldn't appreciate pleasure for what it was, but it's so rare she let herself follow those threads of desire back home, let herself focus on anything other than work, on who she needed to protect. she's not used to only having herself to look after; being selfish wasn't in her nature, despite the way she'll claim his mouth as if against hers is the only place it belongs when it finally finds her, that she'll exhaust herself into him now that she has him, now that he's nestled himself a home between her thighs.
she doesn't have the discipline to keep from wanting him, needing him, hollow of her throat exposed as his fingers tangle within her locks just as they do those sheets, a flare of soft pain amidst the bundle of heat he coils beneath her navel each time he fucks into her. and he doesn't shy from giving her exactly what she'd asked for—mierda the way he rolls his hips to hers, licks into the cave of her mouth as if it were his own, how he's not afraid to challenge her for that control while simultaneously submitting to her.
it's the first time he's said her name, the first time she can put that lilt of an accent twined together with an equally intoxicating tone and she wants nothing more than to hear it again. it sobers her, tears her from that kitten-like mentality and layers a sincerity she hadn't expected in it's place, like an intimacy begging to let itself be shown if they weren't so collectively stubborn. he leaves her mouth all the more blushed as lips part, messy and interrupted, a bit of that tenderness slipping— ) That's good, baby-
( an admission that breaks to a pretty little whine, mouths stumbling together but not quite taking, too distracted by the way she winds her waist up to meet him now with each thrust, shivers at the way abdomens brush, slipping free hand up from that bed to ravel at the nape of his neck. she wants to keep him there, just there, nose to nose, swallowing each other's sounds and chasing each other's pace faster. )
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Date: 2017-10-05 12:48 am (UTC)she doesn't have the discipline to keep from wanting him, needing him, hollow of her throat exposed as his fingers tangle within her locks just as they do those sheets, a flare of soft pain amidst the bundle of heat he coils beneath her navel each time he fucks into her. and he doesn't shy from giving her exactly what she'd asked for—mierda the way he rolls his hips to hers, licks into the cave of her mouth as if it were his own, how he's not afraid to challenge her for that control while simultaneously submitting to her.
it's the first time he's said her name, the first time she can put that lilt of an accent twined together with an equally intoxicating tone and she wants nothing more than to hear it again. it sobers her, tears her from that kitten-like mentality and layers a sincerity she hadn't expected in it's place, like an intimacy begging to let itself be shown if they weren't so collectively stubborn. he leaves her mouth all the more blushed as lips part, messy and interrupted, a bit of that tenderness slipping— ) That's good, baby-
( an admission that breaks to a pretty little whine, mouths stumbling together but not quite taking, too distracted by the way she winds her waist up to meet him now with each thrust, shivers at the way abdomens brush, slipping free hand up from that bed to ravel at the nape of his neck. she wants to keep him there, just there, nose to nose, swallowing each other's sounds and chasing each other's pace faster. )