[A very small part of her wants to shove against him and tell him to stop being so obliging. That she needs something rougher and more intense to really make her feel like this is real, that she's alive again. That part of her has Clara hesitating as he shifts their position. Her desire to have control screams in alarm at even the marginal lost of it, but she quickly decides that she trusts him and doesn't mind losing control in the here and now.
It feels too good for her to care about anything other than seeking pleasure in the moment.
She gasps sharply as he begins to move beneath her, the push and pull between them quickly settling into a perfect rhythm. She shifts and rolls her hips one way, and he rolls his up in another. Her mouth drops open as her breaths become a little heavier, and she has to turn her head to seek out his lips with her own.
This position is secure, neither of them are falling and going anywhere. But her hands still travel his body where they can reach anyway, grasping and groping, fingernails digging into his skin every so often.
It's Clara that begins to increase the pace as the heat coiling in her core threads tighter and tighter. It's only slightly harder, just enough to make her moan quietly in between her soft gasps. Each sound recklessly falls free from her and against his lips. She knows she could give a rough tug to his hair, or do more than just lightly nip at his lip in between kisses. She could make this something less gentle and sweet, but in the end this is what she needs. And maybe it's just what he needs too. It's far more romantic than she intended this to be, but she finds she doesn't mind at all.]
Kov- [She gets out the start of his name before she's cut off by a low and throaty groan. Her head dips as her body gives a slight tremble, goosebumps from sensation rising up across her skin. This is almost too much all at once, a jump start to her system. Emotion threatens to overwhelm her and she slows her movements, one of her hand slipping to rest against his arm. She doesn't need him to stop, she just needs a second.]
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It feels too good for her to care about anything other than seeking pleasure in the moment.
She gasps sharply as he begins to move beneath her, the push and pull between them quickly settling into a perfect rhythm. She shifts and rolls her hips one way, and he rolls his up in another. Her mouth drops open as her breaths become a little heavier, and she has to turn her head to seek out his lips with her own.
This position is secure, neither of them are falling and going anywhere. But her hands still travel his body where they can reach anyway, grasping and groping, fingernails digging into his skin every so often.
It's Clara that begins to increase the pace as the heat coiling in her core threads tighter and tighter. It's only slightly harder, just enough to make her moan quietly in between her soft gasps. Each sound recklessly falls free from her and against his lips. She knows she could give a rough tug to his hair, or do more than just lightly nip at his lip in between kisses. She could make this something less gentle and sweet, but in the end this is what she needs. And maybe it's just what he needs too. It's far more romantic than she intended this to be, but she finds she doesn't mind at all.]
Kov- [She gets out the start of his name before she's cut off by a low and throaty groan. Her head dips as her body gives a slight tremble, goosebumps from sensation rising up across her skin. This is almost too much all at once, a jump start to her system. Emotion threatens to overwhelm her and she slows her movements, one of her hand slipping to rest against his arm. She doesn't need him to stop, she just needs a second.]