[The concept of time ceases to matter, the room around them ceases to exist. There is just the press of the mattress at her back, the feel of his body above her, and the sounds of his voice in her ear. She soaks up the words, tucks them away in a safe place, to revisit when her own thoughts betray her, when she forgets how he sees her and can only find her own faults.
He sees them, she knows he does, but he loves them as much as the rest of her.
She holds him tightly to her, heart racing inside her chest, her cheeks flushed with need. Her lips press together, her teeth bite into her bottom lip, nearly drawing blood as she tilts her hips to get what she needs, letting herself peak as he continues to whisper to her.
After the first few blissful moments, words cease to make sense, and she silences him by pressing her mouth firmly against his, stealing the air from his lungs as her lips part against his.]
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull; NSFW
He sees them, she knows he does, but he loves them as much as the rest of her.
She holds him tightly to her, heart racing inside her chest, her cheeks flushed with need. Her lips press together, her teeth bite into her bottom lip, nearly drawing blood as she tilts her hips to get what she needs, letting herself peak as he continues to whisper to her.
After the first few blissful moments, words cease to make sense, and she silences him by pressing her mouth firmly against his, stealing the air from his lungs as her lips part against his.]