theycalledmeacurse: (southern beauty)
rogue. ([personal profile] theycalledmeacurse) wrote in [community profile] fateandfortune 2016-01-02 04:36 am (UTC)

She might have growled at him if he'd asked again if she was ready. A real, honest to goodness growl. She was quite capable of making such a sound, but thankfully on this occasion it didn't prove necessary.

He slipped inside her and it was nothing short of amazing. He filled her so completely, she almost wondered how she'd survived without him inside her, he fit like he'd been made to be inside her. And then he started moving and it was so much better.

"Oh lord, I've never..." The words are only half there in her mind, her voice breathy and distracted between gasps and little moans at the back of her throat. One hand clenches around a pillow again while the other presses to his hand on her hip, satisfying the need for her to hold on to him in some fashion. Her legs wrap around him as best she can, trying to pull him closer still. "It's so..."

She couldn't manage to finish a damn sentence, and she couldn't bring herself to care. All that mattered was that he keep moving inside her and making those sounds that were stoking the fire growing inside her.

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