( she knows she doesn't have to tell him, knows just as well that no matter how badly she wishes she could draw this out every little thread keeping him intact threatened to be the last, and she was just as quickly behind. it wasn't like most men she'd been to bed with, an insatiable draw to everything about them—the growled husk of his tone through that phone, the first time she'd heard need lace his tongue, his figure, his temperament, but she hasn't the mind to grasp it as it's all out on the line. she's too taken by the pressure welling further and further in that bed just beneath her navel, the sound of their body's meeting and bed shaking in accompaniment.
it's those last few jars that unravel her, causes that well of heat in a bundle between her thighs to rapidly bloom and suspend just there in that sweet high—a final, roughened thrust leaving her to shatter right along with him. the moan that rolls through her mirrors the trembling that takes to her figure, the way limbs desperately clutch to his sides, toes curling there and nails treading his scalp, a hushed, whined pronunciation of his name drifting from her lips again, and again, like it's all she can find.
—it's a daze in which he moves off of her, soft, trembling sigh falling from her lips as he slides out of her, inners still making to clasp around the absence of him, and it's a few prolonged moments until she's able to even relatively come down enough to swallow, a grin taking over that presents itself almost giddily. carefully, she's rolling onto her side to face him, finding a lace through his bicep and planting a wide, gentle bite to the round of his shoulder, humming low in her throat, a delighted sound. )
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it's those last few jars that unravel her, causes that well of heat in a bundle between her thighs to rapidly bloom and suspend just there in that sweet high—a final, roughened thrust leaving her to shatter right along with him. the moan that rolls through her mirrors the trembling that takes to her figure, the way limbs desperately clutch to his sides, toes curling there and nails treading his scalp, a hushed, whined pronunciation of his name drifting from her lips again, and again, like it's all she can find.
—it's a daze in which he moves off of her, soft, trembling sigh falling from her lips as he slides out of her, inners still making to clasp around the absence of him, and it's a few prolonged moments until she's able to even relatively come down enough to swallow, a grin taking over that presents itself almost giddily. carefully, she's rolling onto her side to face him, finding a lace through his bicep and planting a wide, gentle bite to the round of his shoulder, humming low in her throat, a delighted sound. )