[ There's something so very right in the way that it feels to be pressed flush against her, almost no space between their bodies. Something almost too right, if he let himself think on it and linger, but he doesn't. He's very good at not thinking about things that he doesn't want to. Especially when he is otherwise so delightfully occupied.
And he is, by the warmth of her body, the slickness of her skin and her cunt. The way that her breasts settle soft and warm against his chest, or her fingers clutch at the shifting muscles of his back, or just the way she smells when he's pressed in close against her. She smells of salt, and citrus, and fucking, and he loves every layer of it and more. Could get addicted to it, if he's not careful. Could get addicted to all of her.
Good thing he's always so careful, right?
As the tension unspools from his muscles and from his mind, he lets his fingers stroke lazily over her faintly trembling thigh. Lets himself nuzzle into her throat still, nosing into her, mouthing over her a little. The rush recedes, his orgasm complete, and he lets out his own slow and heavy breath, finding no strength in his body to move from where he's draped across her like a great heavy blanket, or a well-satisfied cat. ]
unfortunately they are so stupid, and also my favorite
And he is, by the warmth of her body, the slickness of her skin and her cunt. The way that her breasts settle soft and warm against his chest, or her fingers clutch at the shifting muscles of his back, or just the way she smells when he's pressed in close against her. She smells of salt, and citrus, and fucking, and he loves every layer of it and more. Could get addicted to it, if he's not careful. Could get addicted to all of her.
Good thing he's always so careful, right?
As the tension unspools from his muscles and from his mind, he lets his fingers stroke lazily over her faintly trembling thigh. Lets himself nuzzle into her throat still, nosing into her, mouthing over her a little. The rush recedes, his orgasm complete, and he lets out his own slow and heavy breath, finding no strength in his body to move from where he's draped across her like a great heavy blanket, or a well-satisfied cat. ]
You're welcome. I can tell you needed that.
[ Not him, though. He was fine. Obviously. ]