( She's gotten more than used to his touch, to being stretched out underneath him in these last few weeks of exploring, coming so close but never quite getting there. Learned a multitude of things about him — where to press a kiss, how hard to nip at skin that his breath hitches but there won't be marks in the morning — but a surprising amount about herself, too.
Like the fact that it can be okay to let go and let someone else be in charge for a while. That there's a certain amount of intoxicating power to be found in the trail of lips and tongue against a cock. That there's so much more fun to be had in properly trusting the other party.
But all of that doesn't stop the hitch of breath or the brief stutter of her heart when he slips inside and she's looking up, cheeks flushed red and hips jerking in automatic response. She'd always thought it a myth brought about by guys who were too cheap to buy condoms, but bare skin against bare skin is electric in a way that pulls out a low moan and the bite of her lower lip to try and stifle the noise as nails dig into skin.
There's a moment, a breath, a pause before Kate finds her footing again, hands against his shoulders as she finds his ear to whisper; )
Not— not like this.
( Letting go and letting someone else be in charge can be all well and good when it's nothing more than fingers and mouths, but right now, with all this stimulation sending shivers down her spine...
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timeasmymeasure
finally putting these filth icons to good use
Date: 2018-01-29 10:44 pm (UTC)Like the fact that it can be okay to let go and let someone else be in charge for a while. That there's a certain amount of intoxicating power to be found in the trail of lips and tongue against a cock. That there's so much more fun to be had in properly trusting the other party.
But all of that doesn't stop the hitch of breath or the brief stutter of her heart when he slips inside and she's looking up, cheeks flushed red and hips jerking in automatic response. She'd always thought it a myth brought about by guys who were too cheap to buy condoms, but bare skin against bare skin is electric in a way that pulls out a low moan and the bite of her lower lip to try and stifle the noise as nails dig into skin.
There's a moment, a breath, a pause before Kate finds her footing again, hands against his shoulders as she finds his ear to whisper; )
Not— not like this.
( Letting go and letting someone else be in charge can be all well and good when it's nothing more than fingers and mouths, but right now, with all this stimulation sending shivers down her spine...
Well, routine is good too. )