Morgan has more than a few opinions on how good this felt, but his mouth is far too occupied for him to give them any more voice but deep moans every time she sank down on him. Only in brief moments when she drifts away can he mutter, "Oh my God," and a few equally mindless phrases, in between nips at the curve of her jaw. He can't even hope to pretend to be in control, or dominant, or cool -- but, fortunately, none of those things matter here and now. If he's lost, so is he, every nerve in his body on fire as her motions sent pleasure racing up his spine and through his veins.
Finally, he has to pull his mouth away, to gasp in pleasure, and to see the expression on her face, so beautiful in a radiant way he'd never expected to see. On their own accord, his hands drop down to her hips, gripping tight so he can add his strength to hers when she descends, and let her rise with more power and speed without needing to worry about him slipping out.
It doesn't matter if they end up with a few awkward moments or anything imperfect. It's the sounds that echo between them, the way he feels every single time he thrusts into her, filling her in a way she can't remember wanting to be filled before. She's had plenty of sex, but this is so different-- this is more than that. Every time his body thrusts into her core, Natasha can feel a part of her taking him in and staying with him when he pulls back. There's no coming back from this, and she doesn't care.
Nat only wants more. When the kiss breaks, she whines softly and drops her head back to give freedom to her hips. Like a woman who's been taught the art of belly dancing, she waves them in perfect conjunction with Morgan's desperate rutting, tightening her inner walls to offer him a hot, wet sheath that's made only for him to enjoy. "Morgan. Oh god. You feel so fucking good. No one else is like this. Fuck. Oh, fuck me, my love."
Not even thinking, Nat cries out her thoughts and even an edge of feeling-- her need and desire so hot. There's a rolling coursing through her skin, boiling to the surface and nearing its peak, but she is determined to wait until he's ready because she wants to bring him, crying out her name.
For the first time, they're working at cross-purposes -- she's trying to bring him over the edge with her, while he's simply desperate to set her adrift on a sea of pleasure. Simple biology might favor him, though, since his body is still shoving through a refractory period through raw arousal and need. She feels absolutely amazing around him, almost like she's made for him down to the millimeter, and in return he's diamond-hard so every last nerve ending in both their bodies crackles with absolute pleasure.
"Mine," he growls, voice rough and husky as he hauls her down on him again, and again, all fierce desire. "Mine," he says again against her neck, lips brushing her skin, and this time his tone makes clear that he's hers in turn. How could he not be, with her thighs clamped on his hips and her body arching atop him?
With her body riding him like this, she can roll her hips and take a lot of her own pleasure-- but it's challenging to get certain angles. It doesn't always hit that perfect spot when she takes his body into her, no matter how hard, and perfectly tight she fits around him. Although, when he calls her his-- it does something to her mind that brings her closer to her peak. It's that edge of need, that bite of possessiveness that Natasha's never had with another person that robs her of breath momentarily.
Panting, she moans and nods. "Yours. Completely yours." Licking over his lips, she kisses him messily and then pulls back. "Take me from behind. I want to feel how deep you can go. I want you to fuck me harder, deeper. Make me come screaming, Morgan." She licks along his neck up to his ear. She knows that she won't have the great picture she does now, or the ability to touch that she does-- but there's something inherently dirty, and desperate about being taken from behind. She knows he's big enough to hit her cervix that way, and she almost always comes from that alone.
Her tongue running over his skin is bad enough, but the need she voices makes all his lust and need grab the base of his spine and override any conscious thought that might have been traveling down it. His arms cling to her as his hips thrust upwards, taking pleasure from half a dozen more deep strokes in this perfect position.
"Ah, God... remember you asked for this," he murmurs, lips and teeth working over her skin as he works up the sheer amount of willpower necessary to let her go, to even think about letting her lift up off of him. When he does release her, it's sudden and intense, hands slapping against the back of the couch so he can't just grab her and stop her when she starts to rise. "Hurry. Please."
Most men would have taken their pleasure and been done with it by now, but Morgan has Nat caught up in this unending whirlwind of thrilling new and seemingly never-ending ecstasy. Suppose this is always how it's going to be with them. In that case, she's going to have to take lessons on gathering up her stamina as well-- although the multiple building, and almost overstimulating orgasms are not something that she will ever complain about. It's like he's made to fit inside her, to stroke every inch of her silken walls.
The second she slips away, Nat rolls over and leans over the arm of the couch, offering all of her back, her ass and pussy at once. She can also easily rub herself while he forces himself to the final breaking point of her body. Natasha knows that she won't last long, and that he's due at least two orgasms from this position. Already, she can feel the shiver of one running up her spine in anticipation. Her mind wraps around how it will feel, and the way his mouth might nibble and lick along her back. "Morgan. Oh Morgan. I need you inside me, quickly. I can feel it. The rush is right here..."
Don't get him wrong, he's definitely taking pleasure, which is why he practically gasps for breath when she moves away and leaves him bereft of her closeness, her touch, her warmth wrapped around him. But the sight of her moving, wantonly positioning herself as an offering, sharpens his arousal so much it's almost physically painful. Tightness in his throat, iron tension at the base of his cock, and when she slides one hand down her body to touch herself, he almost comes right then and there.
Like so much of what they'd already done, he'd fantasized about this, and like all his fantasies, what he'd imagined couldn't compare in the slightest with reality. The curve of her back and hips, the play of muscles in her legs, the sensual motions of her eager body all conspired to grip him like a vise, body and soul.
Embarrassingly enough, he's so entranced he actually forgets what he's doing for a moment. Fortunately, her pleas bring him back to his senses enough for him to jerk forward, twist onto his knees, and slide into position behind her. Ordinarily, he'd take at least a moment to fit himself into his partner and start the rhythm, but this time he literally can't. The instant his head lines up with her pussy, he grabs her hips and drives himself forward, bottoming out with one powerful stroke.
Oh, the fantasies of this moment-- Natasha had plenty, and many had given her great pleasure before while she was quietly by herself working hard to remember that they were friends and nothing more. Still, nothing could ever do justice to how connected and perfectly they fit one another. Singing out another soft moan, Nat writhed against the couch, fingers between her thighs, covered in slick from him, from her. She was incredibly wet-- it didn't matter how he took her from here, she ached to be filled and could already feel him inside her as she waited.
There was no embarrassment in the way Natasha's body reacted the moment Morgan slammed himself home with that first stroke. Feeling his cock pound against her cervix in one perfect strike, Natasha let go and let the pleasure she'd been holding back wash over her again. Her body clenched around his, gripping the couch, nails digging against the fabric, and toes curling up. Throwing herself back against him, she cried out loudly, urging him to keep going, to let her have this orgasm for as long as humanly possible. Every stroke created another wave until finally she had to let go and release the tight hold she had around him that preserved the ecstasy. "Holy fuck. Don't stop. Baby. Please, don't stop. You feel so perfect inside me."
Leaning her head against the side of the couch, Natasha let her breathing normalize and then began to work Morgan for all he was worth, rolling her hips in a soft, tight motion that took him in and kept him tight in her body, as deep as he could go and deeper still. Every hit created a long moan from her-- it was an intensity that was impossible to describe, but it was undeniably one of the best things she'd ever felt.
As she came around him, he keeps driving into her -- pumping his hips forward and pulling hers back with his full strength, slamming himself into her from tip to root on each thrust like he's trying to split her in half, making her rear smack against his hips. As much as he'd like to claim he's driving into her like that because he knew that was exactly what she wants, the truth is that there's no conscious thought behind it. It's all raw desire and need and pleasure, with every iota of his being demanding he keep this girl screaming and shaking and ecstatic.
But despite those powerful efforts and probably both of their desires, Nat can't orgasm forever... or if she can, this isn't when it's going to happen anyway! When she stopped squeezing quite so tight around him, his thrusts finally slowed, till his motions were more sweet and soothing that painfully intense. She needs to catch her breath, and he needs to try to spark conscious thought in his brain again.
She shifts, and his hands stroke up her sides, caressing her back on the way back down just for the pleasure of feeling her skin and the play of the muscles beneath it. God, she mixes athletic and curvy in just the right ways to push every button he has, and now that he's seen her naked he's never, ever going to be able to ignore that truth again. Rationally, he knows something will make them have to stop eventually, but in this moment, he wants nothing more than to just keep making love to her forever.
Then she starts to move, and it's beyond incredible. The motion of her body around him gets a sudden "Fuck!" out of him, before he throws his head back and lets out a cry that's much more wordless. Only pure willpower is keeping him contained right now, and her motions very much threaten to overwhelm it.
[Sorry if I took a while. I've been very sick and even ended up in the hospital the other day getting IV potassium until 7pm. I'm slowly healing, I hope and am working on catching up on my fun hobbie, now that I have a little bit of brain left. If this happens to be too late, or you need to drop or anything, I understand. If not, thanks for your understanding!! Have a wonderful day.]]
The mix between the raw power that runs through Morgan's body while Nat orgasms and the tender motions he offers while she works to catch her breath again, sends shivers of inner pleasure straight to Natasha's heart. She already knows how much she cares and adores Morgan, and while they'd never planned this, it feels so right now. It's like they were meant to do this.
Squeezing around him again, Nat thinks as she controls her motions and angles her hips so that he's hitting even deeper before. There's a little energy lost, but Nat makes up for it with her reserves-- that bundle that's always there, always fighting to keep going. Muscles undulate around him in practiced exercises while the world listens to the chorus of their bodies smacking against one another.
Nat's dripping wet, and she can feel it between her thighs, knowing that it's got to be drenching Morgan as well when he shouts out an expletive. "That's it, love. Come on." She keeps the edge going, taking him as deep as possible, speeding and then slowing her rate to help with the exact pressure and feeling Morgan might need to find his perfect ecstasy."
[I sure hope you're doing better! That's a heck of a thing to have to go through. Don't worry about losing me -- I'll backtag into infinity, even with the terribly slow pace for tags I can't do at work... ]
What pushes him over the edge isn't the sight, or the sound, or even the grip she has on him -- though don't get him wrong, all of those things are incredible beyond words, and if he had less stamina or hadn't already emptied himself once, he'd have lost his battle for control a long time ago. But the way she moves? He can't win against that. Not when she does it so perfectly, with a body that's wonderfully fit and athletic in that way he can't resist.
The sudden moment of sublime bliss hits him like a spike to the brain, the lower spine, and perhaps most importantly, the cock. Morgan lets out a yell that has no words, just indistinct vowels and raw ecstasy, as he slams himself into her with all his strength, filling her completely with him. His eruption is like a fountain, a firehose -- a massive gout that says more than words ever could just what she'd done to him, how far into unbelievable pleasure she'd led him. His mind is nothing but blank white surrender, but his body operates on instinct; his hips withdraw slightly, before he thrusts it again and unleashes another spurt, almost as potent as the first. Several more follow, as he unleashes into her body everything she'd been desperate to coax out.
When it at last ends, by some miracle he doesn't fall over. Or out of her, for that matter. He keeps his grip on her hips, leaning a little weight onto her as his body slowly releases its orgasmic tension.
[There's still weird stuff going on with my blood pressure. Was back in the hospital, this time overnight. My heart's fine, but they can't figure me out. At least I'm home? I'll just live with low blood pressure and a ditzy brain. haha.]
Already feeling like an exposed, raw nerve, Natasha's body quivers with her motions. Morgan has taken her places and heights she never knew existed previously. There's nothing that she had to compare to. Sliding against the edge of the couch, her nails dig into the fabric roughly, gouging furrows along the side where she hangs slightly. This doesn't keep her from moving back and letting her hips sing along and against Morgan.
He's so deep now that Nat's lost all objectivity. All she can do is crave, want, and desire with the depravity of a woman lost. Nat is so overwhelmed by the overstimulation that she's powerless against it. Moaning deeply with every thrust -- she cries out loudly when Morgan thrusts in far deeper than he ever has before. She can feel the way his body pours into hers, his cum filling her up, not once but several times. The punch of his body is marvelous, and by the last time, she's quivering with him-- riding her orgasm once more.
Falling back down, she leans heavily on the armrest beneath her and brings a shaky hand up to stroke over Morgan's back, the side of his ass and down one of his thighs. "Fuck. You're amazing." She barely manages the words. There's more, but she's still catching her breath. Her forehead presses tight to the couch, eyes blinking while they work through focusing on the world around them once more.
He can't respond, immediately. Not for a little bit, in fact -- his brain is slowly trying to put itself back together from the many pieces it had shattered into. And her gentle touch disrupted that, not that he was complaining.
Some moments wrote themselves into your memory forever. This whole night is doing just that. And especially that mutual orgasm, which he knows perfectly well is going to change his definitions and fantasies of pleasure permanently.
Even just thinking about how amazing this is, the whole situation, is enough to make his still-half-hard cock pulse inside her, as desire warred against biology. Grabbing on to the back of the couch with one hand, he leans forward to wrap his other arm around her shoulders, then pull her back against him, so he could start pressing warm kisses to her neck and back. Not for any other reason than he needed to feel her against him, needed to express his appreciation and delight for her closeness.
Morgan, it turns out, gets very snuggly after sex, whether it's done for the night or just paused for the moment.
A faint smile lit around the corners of Natasha's lips. She could barely hold it there, but it was something secret, something all her own. It was all about knowing what had happened here tonight. Two best friends had finally taken the leap into love. If a relationship were ever to be successful, it took a friendship like theirs, and if this first time together were to be a jumping off point, then Nat knew that everything after would be fucking amazing.
They'd have their whirlwind fights and make incredible love to make up for them. All this she wore in her tiny smile. Arching her back, she leaned into Morgan's body, needing more of him as well. Now that all this had grown between them, she wished to feel his body heavy against hers. She, too, needed the soft afterglow to touch, kiss, and continue the intimacy.
"I never thought we'd make it this far... I'm so glad we did." She whispered at the touches of his lips. The only bad thing about this position on a couch was that it didn't allow her to feel all she wanted while keeping him inside her, and she didn't want him to pull out immediately. She could still feel the seed he spilled inside her, and how it leaked down her thighs. Usually, she'd get up and immediately go shower-- but now she wanted to luxuriate in all that went on between them.
For the record, he intended to get into as few fights with her as possible! But he did know they would be inevitable. If they could always make up like this... well, that would go a long way towards making disagreements like that tolerable.
On the other hand, they wouldn't need the excuse. For all the tender warmth now burning inside him, and the deep sense of a growing passion that was far more than just physical.. well, he had always thought her desirable, and the thought of actually having her, often, practically any time he wanted, makes him almost giddy.
"My fantasies were every bit as inadequate as I always knew they would be." She could feel his smile where his lips rested against her skin, and the deep breath he took was that of a man supremely satisfied with his place. "You need to move?" he asked after a moment, reluctantly acknowledging that propped up against him with him still half-hard inside her might not be sustainable for too long.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2025-02-15 04:46 am (UTC)Finally, he has to pull his mouth away, to gasp in pleasure, and to see the expression on her face, so beautiful in a radiant way he'd never expected to see. On their own accord, his hands drop down to her hips, gripping tight so he can add his strength to hers when she descends, and let her rise with more power and speed without needing to worry about him slipping out.
no subject
Date: 2025-02-16 06:43 pm (UTC)Nat only wants more. When the kiss breaks, she whines softly and drops her head back to give freedom to her hips. Like a woman who's been taught the art of belly dancing, she waves them in perfect conjunction with Morgan's desperate rutting, tightening her inner walls to offer him a hot, wet sheath that's made only for him to enjoy. "Morgan. Oh god. You feel so fucking good. No one else is like this. Fuck. Oh, fuck me, my love."
Not even thinking, Nat cries out her thoughts and even an edge of feeling-- her need and desire so hot. There's a rolling coursing through her skin, boiling to the surface and nearing its peak, but she is determined to wait until he's ready because she wants to bring him, crying out her name.
no subject
Date: 2025-02-26 03:47 am (UTC)"Mine," he growls, voice rough and husky as he hauls her down on him again, and again, all fierce desire. "Mine," he says again against her neck, lips brushing her skin, and this time his tone makes clear that he's hers in turn. How could he not be, with her thighs clamped on his hips and her body arching atop him?
no subject
Date: 2025-03-03 07:50 pm (UTC)Panting, she moans and nods. "Yours. Completely yours." Licking over his lips, she kisses him messily and then pulls back. "Take me from behind. I want to feel how deep you can go. I want you to fuck me harder, deeper. Make me come screaming, Morgan." She licks along his neck up to his ear. She knows that she won't have the great picture she does now, or the ability to touch that she does-- but there's something inherently dirty, and desperate about being taken from behind. She knows he's big enough to hit her cervix that way, and she almost always comes from that alone.
no subject
Date: 2025-03-31 04:11 am (UTC)"Ah, God... remember you asked for this," he murmurs, lips and teeth working over her skin as he works up the sheer amount of willpower necessary to let her go, to even think about letting her lift up off of him. When he does release her, it's sudden and intense, hands slapping against the back of the couch so he can't just grab her and stop her when she starts to rise. "Hurry. Please."
no subject
Date: 2025-05-04 07:35 pm (UTC)The second she slips away, Nat rolls over and leans over the arm of the couch, offering all of her back, her ass and pussy at once. She can also easily rub herself while he forces himself to the final breaking point of her body. Natasha knows that she won't last long, and that he's due at least two orgasms from this position. Already, she can feel the shiver of one running up her spine in anticipation. Her mind wraps around how it will feel, and the way his mouth might nibble and lick along her back. "Morgan. Oh Morgan. I need you inside me, quickly. I can feel it. The rush is right here..."
no subject
Date: 2025-05-10 04:02 am (UTC)Like so much of what they'd already done, he'd fantasized about this, and like all his fantasies, what he'd imagined couldn't compare in the slightest with reality. The curve of her back and hips, the play of muscles in her legs, the sensual motions of her eager body all conspired to grip him like a vise, body and soul.
Embarrassingly enough, he's so entranced he actually forgets what he's doing for a moment. Fortunately, her pleas bring him back to his senses enough for him to jerk forward, twist onto his knees, and slide into position behind her. Ordinarily, he'd take at least a moment to fit himself into his partner and start the rhythm, but this time he literally can't. The instant his head lines up with her pussy, he grabs her hips and drives himself forward, bottoming out with one powerful stroke.
no subject
Date: 2025-05-12 08:35 pm (UTC)There was no embarrassment in the way Natasha's body reacted the moment Morgan slammed himself home with that first stroke. Feeling his cock pound against her cervix in one perfect strike, Natasha let go and let the pleasure she'd been holding back wash over her again. Her body clenched around his, gripping the couch, nails digging against the fabric, and toes curling up. Throwing herself back against him, she cried out loudly, urging him to keep going, to let her have this orgasm for as long as humanly possible. Every stroke created another wave until finally she had to let go and release the tight hold she had around him that preserved the ecstasy. "Holy fuck. Don't stop. Baby. Please, don't stop. You feel so perfect inside me."
Leaning her head against the side of the couch, Natasha let her breathing normalize and then began to work Morgan for all he was worth, rolling her hips in a soft, tight motion that took him in and kept him tight in her body, as deep as he could go and deeper still. Every hit created a long moan from her-- it was an intensity that was impossible to describe, but it was undeniably one of the best things she'd ever felt.
no subject
Date: 2025-05-29 03:21 am (UTC)But despite those powerful efforts and probably both of their desires, Nat can't orgasm forever... or if she can, this isn't when it's going to happen anyway! When she stopped squeezing quite so tight around him, his thrusts finally slowed, till his motions were more sweet and soothing that painfully intense. She needs to catch her breath, and he needs to try to spark conscious thought in his brain again.
She shifts, and his hands stroke up her sides, caressing her back on the way back down just for the pleasure of feeling her skin and the play of the muscles beneath it. God, she mixes athletic and curvy in just the right ways to push every button he has, and now that he's seen her naked he's never, ever going to be able to ignore that truth again. Rationally, he knows something will make them have to stop eventually, but in this moment, he wants nothing more than to just keep making love to her forever.
Then she starts to move, and it's beyond incredible. The motion of her body around him gets a sudden "Fuck!" out of him, before he throws his head back and lets out a cry that's much more wordless. Only pure willpower is keeping him contained right now, and her motions very much threaten to overwhelm it.
no subject
Date: 2025-06-15 07:00 pm (UTC)The mix between the raw power that runs through Morgan's body while Nat orgasms and the tender motions he offers while she works to catch her breath again, sends shivers of inner pleasure straight to Natasha's heart. She already knows how much she cares and adores Morgan, and while they'd never planned this, it feels so right now. It's like they were meant to do this.
Squeezing around him again, Nat thinks as she controls her motions and angles her hips so that he's hitting even deeper before. There's a little energy lost, but Nat makes up for it with her reserves-- that bundle that's always there, always fighting to keep going. Muscles undulate around him in practiced exercises while the world listens to the chorus of their bodies smacking against one another.
Nat's dripping wet, and she can feel it between her thighs, knowing that it's got to be drenching Morgan as well when he shouts out an expletive. "That's it, love. Come on." She keeps the edge going, taking him as deep as possible, speeding and then slowing her rate to help with the exact pressure and feeling Morgan might need to find his perfect ecstasy."
no subject
Date: 2025-06-28 04:40 am (UTC)What pushes him over the edge isn't the sight, or the sound, or even the grip she has on him -- though don't get him wrong, all of those things are incredible beyond words, and if he had less stamina or hadn't already emptied himself once, he'd have lost his battle for control a long time ago. But the way she moves? He can't win against that. Not when she does it so perfectly, with a body that's wonderfully fit and athletic in that way he can't resist.
The sudden moment of sublime bliss hits him like a spike to the brain, the lower spine, and perhaps most importantly, the cock. Morgan lets out a yell that has no words, just indistinct vowels and raw ecstasy, as he slams himself into her with all his strength, filling her completely with him. His eruption is like a fountain, a firehose -- a massive gout that says more than words ever could just what she'd done to him, how far into unbelievable pleasure she'd led him. His mind is nothing but blank white surrender, but his body operates on instinct; his hips withdraw slightly, before he thrusts it again and unleashes another spurt, almost as potent as the first. Several more follow, as he unleashes into her body everything she'd been desperate to coax out.
When it at last ends, by some miracle he doesn't fall over. Or out of her, for that matter. He keeps his grip on her hips, leaning a little weight onto her as his body slowly releases its orgasmic tension.
no subject
Date: 2025-07-03 05:37 pm (UTC)Already feeling like an exposed, raw nerve, Natasha's body quivers with her motions. Morgan has taken her places and heights she never knew existed previously. There's nothing that she had to compare to. Sliding against the edge of the couch, her nails dig into the fabric roughly, gouging furrows along the side where she hangs slightly. This doesn't keep her from moving back and letting her hips sing along and against Morgan.
He's so deep now that Nat's lost all objectivity. All she can do is crave, want, and desire with the depravity of a woman lost. Nat is so overwhelmed by the overstimulation that she's powerless against it. Moaning deeply with every thrust -- she cries out loudly when Morgan thrusts in far deeper than he ever has before. She can feel the way his body pours into hers, his cum filling her up, not once but several times. The punch of his body is marvelous, and by the last time, she's quivering with him-- riding her orgasm once more.
Falling back down, she leans heavily on the armrest beneath her and brings a shaky hand up to stroke over Morgan's back, the side of his ass and down one of his thighs. "Fuck. You're amazing." She barely manages the words. There's more, but she's still catching her breath. Her forehead presses tight to the couch, eyes blinking while they work through focusing on the world around them once more.
no subject
Date: 2025-07-13 04:26 am (UTC)Some moments wrote themselves into your memory forever. This whole night is doing just that. And especially that mutual orgasm, which he knows perfectly well is going to change his definitions and fantasies of pleasure permanently.
Even just thinking about how amazing this is, the whole situation, is enough to make his still-half-hard cock pulse inside her, as desire warred against biology. Grabbing on to the back of the couch with one hand, he leans forward to wrap his other arm around her shoulders, then pull her back against him, so he could start pressing warm kisses to her neck and back. Not for any other reason than he needed to feel her against him, needed to express his appreciation and delight for her closeness.
Morgan, it turns out, gets very snuggly after sex, whether it's done for the night or just paused for the moment.
no subject
Date: 2025-07-21 07:14 pm (UTC)They'd have their whirlwind fights and make incredible love to make up for them. All this she wore in her tiny smile. Arching her back, she leaned into Morgan's body, needing more of him as well. Now that all this had grown between them, she wished to feel his body heavy against hers. She, too, needed the soft afterglow to touch, kiss, and continue the intimacy.
"I never thought we'd make it this far... I'm so glad we did." She whispered at the touches of his lips. The only bad thing about this position on a couch was that it didn't allow her to feel all she wanted while keeping him inside her, and she didn't want him to pull out immediately. She could still feel the seed he spilled inside her, and how it leaked down her thighs. Usually, she'd get up and immediately go shower-- but now she wanted to luxuriate in all that went on between them.
no subject
Date: 2025-07-31 03:02 am (UTC)On the other hand, they wouldn't need the excuse. For all the tender warmth now burning inside him, and the deep sense of a growing passion that was far more than just physical.. well, he had always thought her desirable, and the thought of actually having her, often, practically any time he wanted, makes him almost giddy.
"My fantasies were every bit as inadequate as I always knew they would be." She could feel his smile where his lips rested against her skin, and the deep breath he took was that of a man supremely satisfied with his place. "You need to move?" he asked after a moment, reluctantly acknowledging that propped up against him with him still half-hard inside her might not be sustainable for too long.