[Everything last night is a blur to her this morning. There's fuzzy memories of things being fast and hard, of their desperation. It had felt good, she can recall that. But this is better, their taking it slower and really feeling one another. One of her arms is lazily draped up against her head, and her fingers tangle in her hair.
Her other hand lightly grazes against his arm the best she can in this position, though she winds up dropping her touch away and letting her palm press against her stomach instead. This isn't fucking, not like it was last night. This is something softer, even as he firmly drives his way deep inside her with each thrust.
The way he's looking at her is soft, and she knows she's looking up at him with an expression that mirrors the same love and want that he has. Their eye contact never breaks, even as she gasps and softly moans, her face contorting in pleasure. She never looks away from him, never stops letting his name fall from her lips like a reverent prayer.
If he says they can have this, that this can be theirs, she wants it. It would literally destroy her at this point not to have him, and she feels her heart break a little at the fact that she never told him that she wants this to be the rest of their forever. They've wasted so much time, and this is too good to not get to keep.
By the time they both come, they're panting and covered in sweat, their bodies tangled together as her legs slip free from over his shoulders and lay splayed open. He's halfway collapsed over her and she can't really find words to say. Nothing sounds right. Even with their shifting, he's managed to stay halfway pressed inside her, and she's reluctant to have him slip free all the way.
But he does, because of course he can't lay over her like that for long, and soon they're both laying on their sides, pressed in close together. Her foot rubs up and down along his leg as she softly kisses them, again and again until she loses herself in him for a second time that morning. Fingertips gently caress his cheek, as her other hand grazes along his side and to his chest. Her touch stops when she can feel the slightly raised outline of one of his old tattoos, one that has been there since high school.
It's then that she breaks the kiss, eyes opening to reveal an earnest and vulnerable expression. She's putting her heart on her sleeve now, and she can only hope she doesn't wind up regretting it.]
I want this, with you. I want this to be how it is every day for us.
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Her other hand lightly grazes against his arm the best she can in this position, though she winds up dropping her touch away and letting her palm press against her stomach instead. This isn't fucking, not like it was last night. This is something softer, even as he firmly drives his way deep inside her with each thrust.
The way he's looking at her is soft, and she knows she's looking up at him with an expression that mirrors the same love and want that he has. Their eye contact never breaks, even as she gasps and softly moans, her face contorting in pleasure. She never looks away from him, never stops letting his name fall from her lips like a reverent prayer.
If he says they can have this, that this can be theirs, she wants it. It would literally destroy her at this point not to have him, and she feels her heart break a little at the fact that she never told him that she wants this to be the rest of their forever. They've wasted so much time, and this is too good to not get to keep.
By the time they both come, they're panting and covered in sweat, their bodies tangled together as her legs slip free from over his shoulders and lay splayed open. He's halfway collapsed over her and she can't really find words to say. Nothing sounds right. Even with their shifting, he's managed to stay halfway pressed inside her, and she's reluctant to have him slip free all the way.
But he does, because of course he can't lay over her like that for long, and soon they're both laying on their sides, pressed in close together. Her foot rubs up and down along his leg as she softly kisses them, again and again until she loses herself in him for a second time that morning. Fingertips gently caress his cheek, as her other hand grazes along his side and to his chest. Her touch stops when she can feel the slightly raised outline of one of his old tattoos, one that has been there since high school.
It's then that she breaks the kiss, eyes opening to reveal an earnest and vulnerable expression. She's putting her heart on her sleeve now, and she can only hope she doesn't wind up regretting it.]
I want this, with you. I want this to be how it is every day for us.