[in the same way he misses the way she feels around him, the moment he pulls out of her, she feels empty, like a piece of her is missing. she's sated but not at all done; there's a feeling in her that this could (and should) go one for hours and her body objects to his moving away. she can feel his hands on her and she smiles to herself as he shifts her position on the bed. her skin still stings lightly where he'd spanked her and it's the most delicious feeling, something new that she's going to enjoy for as long as it's there.
on her back, she looks up at him through half-closed eyes, a smile on her face that's all pleasure and relief; that was so good, it says without words, even as he pulls her hips close again. her head drops back, her motuh opening just a little as he fills her again. it's exquisite, the way he fills her, and her expression tells him so. this is something she's not going to get tired of. ever.
delicate and precious and something they're not in a position to accept, perhaps not even here in their most intimate times, but felicity takes that moment - where he's between her legs and she can watch him enter her, to savor that feeling. to let him know just how he affects her on a level that no one really has, and brushes her fingertips over his where they're holding her. it's a silent communication for this what they're barely noticing and not admitting. it's there, she feels it, and wants him to know that she feels it, too.]
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on her back, she looks up at him through half-closed eyes, a smile on her face that's all pleasure and relief; that was so good, it says without words, even as he pulls her hips close again. her head drops back, her motuh opening just a little as he fills her again. it's exquisite, the way he fills her, and her expression tells him so. this is something she's not going to get tired of. ever.
delicate and precious and something they're not in a position to accept, perhaps not even here in their most intimate times, but felicity takes that moment - where he's between her legs and she can watch him enter her, to savor that feeling. to let him know just how he affects her on a level that no one really has, and brushes her fingertips over his where they're holding her. it's a silent communication for this what they're barely noticing and not admitting. it's there, she feels it, and wants him to know that she feels it, too.]