Jon dahgo. I love you. The words that he rasped, his voice raw with desire and exertion, spilled sweet and silken over her, molten slip gold, kintsugi-like highlighting and mending her cracks. She'd heard the words so infrequently in her life, let alone during sex, that she shuddered with the emotional force of them, and knew she would never forget how he sounded saying them just now.
She kissed his neck, a simple, sweet thank-you for how he loved her, how much and how fiercely. Then she worked her hand between them to palm the rigid line of his shaft. Although she wanted him, and wanted his pleasure even more, it was a caress for its own sake, an appreciation of the scalding heat, of satiny skin over a firm erection, of him as a man. Her man.
That thought, her man sent a different sort of heat cascading through her system, and with it an almost violent, dark passion to keep him that twinned with her softer, more reverent affections.
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Re: 9/21 - around 7:30
Date: 2018-10-28 03:40 am (UTC)She kissed his neck, a simple, sweet thank-you for how he loved her, how much and how fiercely. Then she worked her hand between them to palm the rigid line of his shaft. Although she wanted him, and wanted his pleasure even more, it was a caress for its own sake, an appreciation of the scalding heat, of satiny skin over a firm erection, of him as a man. Her man.
That thought, her man sent a different sort of heat cascading through her system, and with it an almost violent, dark passion to keep him that twinned with her softer, more reverent affections.