He exhales shakily, just reveling in the feeling of being so completely buried inside her, in the way she looks traced in the bright copper of the fireplace. He keeps one hand on her hip and reads the other on top of one of the hands that's braced on his chest.
It makes him dizzy, almost. If it wasn't for pure, passionate instinct he would be feeling fully out of his depth, looking up at this woman who looks back at him with pure want. He tries to think of some retort, but he finds if almost impossible to think, so he stops. His short fingernails bite into the flesh of her hip, tugging, encouraging her to move.
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Date: 2020-09-07 03:26 am (UTC)It makes him dizzy, almost. If it wasn't for pure, passionate instinct he would be feeling fully out of his depth, looking up at this woman who looks back at him with pure want. He tries to think of some retort, but he finds if almost impossible to think, so he stops. His short fingernails bite into the flesh of her hip, tugging, encouraging her to move.