[ It's so selfish - the way she sears herself into him like because he wouldn't give himself to the connection, that she'll cut herself into him physically where she can't do it mentally. An affection that smells like burning air and far off chemicals. Hers, hers, hers.
She's nothing but easy under him in those after seconds, her body shuddering as he settles kisses on her, head turned away as she sinks back down into the bed after he moves her up, her legs drawn up against his sides. Her hands coming up to his shoulders in a lazy stretch because her eyes shut and so sensitive as she is, it's impossible to not feel where he's hard against her. A sweet peaked little noise she mumbles into his mouth as he kisses her.
That too - it's not - healthy, probably. No, he want to settle in her mind, but there's never been much denying how he likes to crawl into her, that absent twitch where she feels that barely there movement against her, catching heat and slick mess, where she's - oh, still tight, probably, coming down off what he'd done to her, that dissipating haze from her vision, but still warm in all her limbs. But she likes that too, where he settles into her and they're as close as they can be.
She rakes her fingers lazily through his hair as she leans up into the kiss. Angles her hips that little bit to catches the tip of him against her, not quite right, but heat. Just - just there. Teasing him almost as much as it is to her. ]
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She's nothing but easy under him in those after seconds, her body shuddering as he settles kisses on her, head turned away as she sinks back down into the bed after he moves her up, her legs drawn up against his sides. Her hands coming up to his shoulders in a lazy stretch because her eyes shut and so sensitive as she is, it's impossible to not feel where he's hard against her. A sweet peaked little noise she mumbles into his mouth as he kisses her.
That too - it's not - healthy, probably. No, he want to settle in her mind, but there's never been much denying how he likes to crawl into her, that absent twitch where she feels that barely there movement against her, catching heat and slick mess, where she's - oh, still tight, probably, coming down off what he'd done to her, that dissipating haze from her vision, but still warm in all her limbs. But she likes that too, where he settles into her and they're as close as they can be.
She rakes her fingers lazily through his hair as she leans up into the kiss. Angles her hips that little bit to catches the tip of him against her, not quite right, but heat. Just - just there. Teasing him almost as much as it is to her. ]