The way he responded to her was just as good. Better than she had imagined. The way he held her against him, the noises he made, how eagerly he sought her out for more, the way he still held back, just in case she wasn't comfortable.
But she was comfortable. She was enjoying every second of this, committing it all to memory, every touch, every kiss, every gasp or groan ... the way his body reacted to hers, not insistent, not pressuring in any way, just enough to show that he was affected as much as she was.
And that throb coaxed a soft moan from her lips as she met his eyes, accepted the gentle touch. "Where you go, I go, okay?"
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Date: 2019-09-11 07:22 am (UTC)But she was comfortable. She was enjoying every second of this, committing it all to memory, every touch, every kiss, every gasp or groan ... the way his body reacted to hers, not insistent, not pressuring in any way, just enough to show that he was affected as much as she was.
And that throb coaxed a soft moan from her lips as she met his eyes, accepted the gentle touch. "Where you go, I go, okay?"