[It's the way that he says her name that makes her shiver. It's just a little tremble, something that likely isn't noticeable. But with the way his hands are on her, coaxing her toward seeking what she needs; she feels taken care of. She feels valued. She feels seen. With her blood running hot, she feels alive and real.
And it's feeling secure in that, in hearing and feeling the connection she's formed with him, that sends her over the edge. Her head dips, forehead pressing against his shoulder. Her hips grind more urgently against him, breath coming out heavy as she gasps and feels the tension build to the point it snaps and releases. His name comes out a sharp cry, and she goes still for a moment against him. The warmth in her belly spreads throughout her limbs, thighs quivering as it threatens to nearly overwhelm her once again.
There's the physical pleasure mingling and mixed completely with the emotional connection, and the intensity of it has her slowly riding out her orgasm in order to drag it out just a bit longer. Just a little more, she thinks. She wants to feel this for as long as possible, until she feels so much that she's so sensitive it's painful.
Her fingernails rake and drag against his skin as she shifts, and she presses whispers of kisses against his skin as she keeps her forehead in place against his shoulder. In between there are murmurs of his name, urging him to join her. ]
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And it's feeling secure in that, in hearing and feeling the connection she's formed with him, that sends her over the edge. Her head dips, forehead pressing against his shoulder. Her hips grind more urgently against him, breath coming out heavy as she gasps and feels the tension build to the point it snaps and releases. His name comes out a sharp cry, and she goes still for a moment against him. The warmth in her belly spreads throughout her limbs, thighs quivering as it threatens to nearly overwhelm her once again.
There's the physical pleasure mingling and mixed completely with the emotional connection, and the intensity of it has her slowly riding out her orgasm in order to drag it out just a bit longer. Just a little more, she thinks. She wants to feel this for as long as possible, until she feels so much that she's so sensitive it's painful.
Her fingernails rake and drag against his skin as she shifts, and she presses whispers of kisses against his skin as she keeps her forehead in place against his shoulder. In between there are murmurs of his name, urging him to join her. ]