[he picks up where they'd left off and felicity's eyes drift shut as she pictures what it must look like; all strength and muscles as he moves against her and her blonde hair splayed out on the bed as the press of his hips moves her body back and forth across the bed. this is what she's needed, a thorough sexing up, and she's still so turned on that she's aware of the sounds their bodies make as much as he is. so wet, so eager for all of him as he thrusts inside her, though she furrows her brows every time he pulls back.
her fingers tighten against his and she lifts her hips to contribute to the way he's fucking her, then brings her own hand up to her breasts, pulling at her nipple, sighing at the pleasure it gives her. she could do this all night, she thinks, until he's tied or comes or wants to stop.]
So good.
[She's quiet as she says it, but she needs him to know that it's not all the hard stuff she wants. This is perfectly acceptable, too. She's had sex recently, but this makes her feel like she's been sex starved until this moment.]
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her fingers tighten against his and she lifts her hips to contribute to the way he's fucking her, then brings her own hand up to her breasts, pulling at her nipple, sighing at the pleasure it gives her. she could do this all night, she thinks, until he's tied or comes or wants to stop.]
So good.
[She's quiet as she says it, but she needs him to know that it's not all the hard stuff she wants. This is perfectly acceptable, too. She's had sex recently, but this makes her feel like she's been sex starved until this moment.]