It feels as though she is in a dream, a slow, sweet dream that is about to turn very naughty very soon. The heat of him, she can feel it soaking into her skin, he's like the sun, a supernova, bright and ready to destroy everything in it's path in it's last gasp for life. Oh she does love the feeling of him, her fingers move over him, everywhere that she can, and it frustrates the living fuck out of her not to be able to do it with two hands, she just has the one and that's not enough to soak up his touch and the pulse of his skin under her fingertips.
He turns her and undresses her, not unlike what he used to do when she was very little. There are some extreme differences, but he is still tender, and his hands are still familiar and easy all over her. His lips, a brush from his mouth over her shoulder, her bare skin, and it sinks in that this is something that they both crave so desperately, and they just flat out need. This makes everything better. All the touches and the kisses drive away the fight, and all the presses of skin against skin makes her forget even more and more what they were even fighting about.
Her back arches and she groans, fingers twisting into his hair as she offers up more of her breasts to him. "That's right, that's what it's supposed to do, keep you up at night. My perfect, tight cunt that was made for you. Oh you fit just perfectly, don't you?" She kisses over his forehead, to the dark of his hair, all over as he gets her shaking. Fucking Christ she better not be too high to come, no, she is close, she can feel it even now which is good because they are exhausted as hell.
At least it feels good to be on a bed again not made out of plywood and nails and she stretches out as he gets her naked and gets himself naked. Her hips arching and her toes curling into the sheets as he drives her even more out of her mind.
"It's, it's okay, we were both out of our minds. I forgive you, please, forgive me I -" and he slams deep inside of her and she bucks under him her whole form shuddering in relief when he is inside of her. "We're always better off after we fight, we need it, we need to know that after being horrible we can still love each other this much." She finds his mouth in a hard kiss and begins to rock her hips up against his.
"You have a minute to fuck me and get us both off, do you think you can do that, daddy? Oh lets make this one a quickie." The frantic, desperate nature of the quickie always appeals to her, and now it's just practical.
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Date: 2013-01-11 04:33 am (UTC)He turns her and undresses her, not unlike what he used to do when she was very little. There are some extreme differences, but he is still tender, and his hands are still familiar and easy all over her. His lips, a brush from his mouth over her shoulder, her bare skin, and it sinks in that this is something that they both crave so desperately, and they just flat out need. This makes everything better. All the touches and the kisses drive away the fight, and all the presses of skin against skin makes her forget even more and more what they were even fighting about.
Her back arches and she groans, fingers twisting into his hair as she offers up more of her breasts to him. "That's right, that's what it's supposed to do, keep you up at night. My perfect, tight cunt that was made for you. Oh you fit just perfectly, don't you?" She kisses over his forehead, to the dark of his hair, all over as he gets her shaking. Fucking Christ she better not be too high to come, no, she is close, she can feel it even now which is good because they are exhausted as hell.
At least it feels good to be on a bed again not made out of plywood and nails and she stretches out as he gets her naked and gets himself naked. Her hips arching and her toes curling into the sheets as he drives her even more out of her mind.
"It's, it's okay, we were both out of our minds. I forgive you, please, forgive me I -" and he slams deep inside of her and she bucks under him her whole form shuddering in relief when he is inside of her. "We're always better off after we fight, we need it, we need to know that after being horrible we can still love each other this much." She finds his mouth in a hard kiss and begins to rock her hips up against his.
"You have a minute to fuck me and get us both off, do you think you can do that, daddy? Oh lets make this one a quickie." The frantic, desperate nature of the quickie always appeals to her, and now it's just practical.