[perhaps she'd gotten too caught up in her emotions when she'd touched him, allowed herself to kiss him, even asked him to come see her. if she'd then followed it up with something soft and tender and full of even more emotions - something face to face - there would have been no coming back. as it is, she knows this changes things in a way she can't examine too deeply, not now.
instead, she focuses on how it feels to have him so deep inside her that she feels every inch bottom out inside her, touching her deeper than anyone has in months. that's why she's moaning, writhing against him as she works back against him, begging him for more. when that more comes, she's not prepared.
the slap to her bare skin is rewarded with the sharp cry of his name and a quiet, 'again' as she arches her back for him. Her shoulders will be sore later, but it'll be worth it. The orgasm she's reaching for is there, low in her core, and she knows it's going to hit with an intensity she's been waiting for for a long, long time.]
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instead, she focuses on how it feels to have him so deep inside her that she feels every inch bottom out inside her, touching her deeper than anyone has in months. that's why she's moaning, writhing against him as she works back against him, begging him for more. when that more comes, she's not prepared.
the slap to her bare skin is rewarded with the sharp cry of his name and a quiet, 'again' as she arches her back for him. Her shoulders will be sore later, but it'll be worth it. The orgasm she's reaching for is there, low in her core, and she knows it's going to hit with an intensity she's been waiting for for a long, long time.]