[As he begins to move with a torturously slow rhythm, she muffles her voice with the back of one hand while the other falls to her side to cling to the sheets beneath. It's on purpose, she knows, after all those months without each other's touch. Even as he reacquaints himself with her body, it's as if every part of him had been prepared to hold, cherish, and ravage her thoroughly.
She gasps out a retort at his words, embarrassed, but pleased by the compliment as she thrusts her hips back into his with equal voraciousness.]
You, ought to know—
[She's interrupted by the stimulation and exquisite heat of him striking her in all the right places, makes another smokey groan escape into the air.]
—better then to let an impatient woman make you like this.
[How could he be so many wonderful things at once and for her alone? The slowness is enflaming her and she tries not to let her voice out again, tries to hold out from begging for more. But shy words escape her anyways, her eyes glazing over from being entwined so tightly, their bodies having no beginning or end.]
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She gasps out a retort at his words, embarrassed, but pleased by the compliment as she thrusts her hips back into his with equal voraciousness.]
You, ought to know—
[She's interrupted by the stimulation and exquisite heat of him striking her in all the right places, makes another smokey groan escape into the air.]
—better then to let an impatient woman make you like this.
[How could he be so many wonderful things at once and for her alone? The slowness is enflaming her and she tries not to let her voice out again, tries to hold out from begging for more. But shy words escape her anyways, her eyes glazing over from being entwined so tightly, their bodies having no beginning or end.]
You feel so good...