As much as she enjoyed it hard and fast like in the airplane bathroom, moving slow and gentle like this had every cell in her body thrumming. She loved the feel of his hands roaming all over her, of being able to press herself close to him and feel his warm, wet skin against hers.
His hands were magic, and forever careful with her. Sometimes she thought he knew her body better than she did, and the way he kept his touch soft seemed to prove that. She still wasn’t feeling completely right, but he seemed to sense it and with each touch and each kiss he brought her back to herself.
Wrapping her arms tighter around him she buried her face in his neck and rotated her hips, her movements shallow, just wanting to keep him close, wanting to keep him inside her, filling her. The kisses were just as slow as their building crescendo; slow and tender and full of more meaning than words could express. She thought she could stay like this forever.
His words against her ear made her smile and contract around him just a little harder. He knew how she felt about the word ‘perfect’, but the more he said it the more used to it she was getting. She knew what he meant now, that she was perfect for him, and that she could accept as she felt the same way about him. “And you’re beautiful,” she replied. She knew it wasn’t a term men tended to appreciate being called, but it was true. He was the most beautiful person she had ever met. Nobody could deny his physical appeal, but he had a beautiful heart and a beautiful soul, and he made her feel like maybe she could do, that her beauty wasn’t all on the outside.
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His hands were magic, and forever careful with her. Sometimes she thought he knew her body better than she did, and the way he kept his touch soft seemed to prove that. She still wasn’t feeling completely right, but he seemed to sense it and with each touch and each kiss he brought her back to herself.
Wrapping her arms tighter around him she buried her face in his neck and rotated her hips, her movements shallow, just wanting to keep him close, wanting to keep him inside her, filling her. The kisses were just as slow as their building crescendo; slow and tender and full of more meaning than words could express. She thought she could stay like this forever.
His words against her ear made her smile and contract around him just a little harder. He knew how she felt about the word ‘perfect’, but the more he said it the more used to it she was getting. She knew what he meant now, that she was perfect for him, and that she could accept as she felt the same way about him. “And you’re beautiful,” she replied. She knew it wasn’t a term men tended to appreciate being called, but it was true. He was the most beautiful person she had ever met. Nobody could deny his physical appeal, but he had a beautiful heart and a beautiful soul, and he made her feel like maybe she could do, that her beauty wasn’t all on the outside.