[Her eyes open as his does, eyelashes fluttering briefly as they try to focus through the haze. Her chest presses against his with each quick breath she takes. His hand dragging through her hair brings her a necessary prompt of calm. Her gaze locks with his, lips parting with a sigh as he starts to move again, this time with purpose and intent.
Her body constricts around him, seeking friction. She wants to feel every inch of his skin, which she explores with roaming hands, palms smoothing over his shoulders, up the back of his neck, down his spine.
She rolls onto her back then, pulling him with her, longing for the press of his weight above. Her legs encircle his waist, ankles hooking at his lower back as her hips rise to meet him, to let him bury himself as deeply as he pleases.]
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
Her body constricts around him, seeking friction. She wants to feel every inch of his skin, which she explores with roaming hands, palms smoothing over his shoulders, up the back of his neck, down his spine.
She rolls onto her back then, pulling him with her, longing for the press of his weight above. Her legs encircle his waist, ankles hooking at his lower back as her hips rise to meet him, to let him bury himself as deeply as he pleases.]