[ She lets him, slides her hip down to catch him at the angle and when it's not quite easily done, her fingers guide him into her. God, it has been too long. Feeling full and empty at once, that crawling heat in her limbs and for a second she doesn't think on being quiet or polite as her hands settle to his hips, nails pressing crescents into skin.
He shudders, she gasps, can't help it but to move. To feel herself adjust to him catch and God, God, God, his mouth, is messy and perfect on her skin. Feel the fluttering of muscles under her skin at the touch. Forgive her, forgive her, forgive her, as her head goes back, face turning up and away as she begins to move in earnest. Her hips rising and falling briefly, slowly, carefully. Her spine curving, as she sinks down on him again and she moans, soft and light, deeper perhaps than to be ladylike.
God, it feels good. For there to be now and nothing else. Muscles doing something other than killing as she moves. ]
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He shudders, she gasps, can't help it but to move. To feel herself adjust to him catch and God, God, God, his mouth, is messy and perfect on her skin. Feel the fluttering of muscles under her skin at the touch. Forgive her, forgive her, forgive her, as her head goes back, face turning up and away as she begins to move in earnest. Her hips rising and falling briefly, slowly, carefully. Her spine curving, as she sinks down on him again and she moans, soft and light, deeper perhaps than to be ladylike.
God, it feels good. For there to be now and nothing else. Muscles doing something other than killing as she moves. ]