There was something strangely intense about the way she watched him, bending his head to press his forehead against hers and see her eyes flicking over his face when she touched him, when his hips rocked into the stroke of her hand or the intimate caress of the backs of her fingers. She studied him, memorized him, learned him--not just his body, but him in a way she never had. When it go to be too much, her touch gentled, when he needed more she was there with a hand curled against his hip or mapping his arm and shoulder with her fingers.
It felt like being taken apart...but at the same time, like being put together for the first time. No gaps in his armor, no weaknesses, no wounds--the slow, methodical, careful way she pushed him closer and closer to orgasm made him feel treasured, treasured and whole for the first time in his life.
It made it hard to breathe in a really good way in between every kiss, made him press his face against her neck so he could breathe her in, lose himself and burn the memory of each of these particular touches into his soul itself. As his breathing began to gradually quicken, when he felt that familiar slide of heat up his spine that meant he was getting close, he lifted his head again to kiss her, thrusting more urgently into her hand.
"I love you." he rasped against her mouth, his breath hitching. "Love you so much...love how you love me...Beloved..."
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Re: 9/21 - around 7:30
Date: 2018-11-01 05:21 am (UTC)It felt like being taken apart...but at the same time, like being put together for the first time. No gaps in his armor, no weaknesses, no wounds--the slow, methodical, careful way she pushed him closer and closer to orgasm made him feel treasured, treasured and whole for the first time in his life.
It made it hard to breathe in a really good way in between every kiss, made him press his face against her neck so he could breathe her in, lose himself and burn the memory of each of these particular touches into his soul itself. As his breathing began to gradually quicken, when he felt that familiar slide of heat up his spine that meant he was getting close, he lifted his head again to kiss her, thrusting more urgently into her hand.
"I love you." he rasped against her mouth, his breath hitching. "Love you so much...love how you love me...Beloved..."