[Time seems to hang in perfect suspension as they become intimately entwined; he doesn't know how many seconds pass as he fills her and his vision goes blinding white, the sound of her voice wrapping itself around him— God, how long has he wanted to hear her cry his name like that without allowing himself to admit it?
It has occurred to him that perhaps he has allowed himself to fall too hard, too completely; it is a fool who does not learn from his past and come to exercise caution, and yet with her he feels no need for it. He would gladly make a fool of himself a thousand times over if it meant hearing his name on her lips, feeling her touch against his skin and her fingers in his hair, seeing in those emerald eyes what she shows only a chosen few.
Her demand brings him back to the present; he lets out a breathless laugh, half-incredulous as he buries his face against the curve of her neck and exhales a pleasant groan, having bottomed out and buried himself in the tight, welcoming heat of her, the writhe of her body beneath his tempting him to perhaps offer more than she might be ready for.
That demand, however, is one he will gladly meet.]
I want you.
[He finishes the statement for her, his breath hot against her skin, and he keeps her thigh hiked up against his waist as he rolls his hips into her, a tantalizingly slow but steady start as he builds to a deep, purposeful rhythm. He palms at her breast as he murmurs her name against her ear; he plans to fulfill that promise of his entirely, and he doesn't intend to rush in doing so— though the weeks and months of being in one another's orbit, unable to be honest with one another makes restraint something of a challenge.]
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It has occurred to him that perhaps he has allowed himself to fall too hard, too completely; it is a fool who does not learn from his past and come to exercise caution, and yet with her he feels no need for it. He would gladly make a fool of himself a thousand times over if it meant hearing his name on her lips, feeling her touch against his skin and her fingers in his hair, seeing in those emerald eyes what she shows only a chosen few.
Her demand brings him back to the present; he lets out a breathless laugh, half-incredulous as he buries his face against the curve of her neck and exhales a pleasant groan, having bottomed out and buried himself in the tight, welcoming heat of her, the writhe of her body beneath his tempting him to perhaps offer more than she might be ready for.
That demand, however, is one he will gladly meet.]
I want you.
[He finishes the statement for her, his breath hot against her skin, and he keeps her thigh hiked up against his waist as he rolls his hips into her, a tantalizingly slow but steady start as he builds to a deep, purposeful rhythm. He palms at her breast as he murmurs her name against her ear; he plans to fulfill that promise of his entirely, and he doesn't intend to rush in doing so— though the weeks and months of being in one another's orbit, unable to be honest with one another makes restraint something of a challenge.]
Beautiful, even when you're impatient.
[Perhaps especially then.]