[ Her fingers splay wide, angling them and her body as she stretches herself over the length of him. He's so pretty when he's desperate, so perfectly hers when he's panting raw on the edge of something she won't let him have. He's always called her for what she is. She'd never stepped down from it, not even for the sake of intimacy. There was something to being what she was without remorse, without pretense. To enjoying him when he's under her and the way she can roll her body down over him to kiss him. The smear against his hip, where she's almost touching the tip of him, but isn't. A settled warmth on his belly that doesn't move to give him real satisfaction. But there's her heat, all giving and just above where he could even rock to press into her. ]
Really? Because you'd look like you'd break if I breathed too hard on you right now.
[ Flushed and daring, like he is - it's too easy to keep him down and kiss him. So she does. It's nothing like how they'd been rutting into each other. It's feather like, barely a brush of her mouth. One, then anther, then another.
Then she pulls up, away from him completely. Rocking up onto her knees and looking down her body to look at him as her hand draws away. Her head tilting. He's said - do your worst. So she would, then, wouldn't she? Far be it from her to ever back down when they were having a fight. ]
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Really? Because you'd look like you'd break if I breathed too hard on you right now.
[ Flushed and daring, like he is - it's too easy to keep him down and kiss him. So she does. It's nothing like how they'd been rutting into each other. It's feather like, barely a brush of her mouth. One, then anther, then another.
Then she pulls up, away from him completely. Rocking up onto her knees and looking down her body to look at him as her hand draws away. Her head tilting. He's said - do your worst. So she would, then, wouldn't she? Far be it from her to ever back down when they were having a fight. ]
Roll over.