His hand in her hair was a comfort, a reminder of how much he really cared for her, not that she needed the reminder. It was in his eyes when he looked at her, in how he told her everything he planned to do instead of just doing it. It was dirty talk, yes, but she knew there was that conscious thread behind it, that he was giving her every opportunity to back out if she changed her mind.
She pushed back against his hand as he pushed a second finger inside her.
It was trust, it was love, it was everything she had doubted she would ever find in her life, everything she had thought she didn’t deserve. He was everything.
“Yes...” she barely breathed her answer, her leg over his hip flexing to bring herself closer to him again. She wanted to feel him, all of him, his warmth along the entire length of her body.
“Okay,” she managed, as words were getting more difficult. She clenched around the tube still buried inside of her, anticipating him slowly pulling it out.
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Date: 2013-10-22 10:16 pm (UTC)From:She pushed back against his hand as he pushed a second finger inside her.
It was trust, it was love, it was everything she had doubted she would ever find in her life, everything she had thought she didn’t deserve. He was everything.
“Yes...” she barely breathed her answer, her leg over his hip flexing to bring herself closer to him again. She wanted to feel him, all of him, his warmth along the entire length of her body.
“Okay,” she managed, as words were getting more difficult. She clenched around the tube still buried inside of her, anticipating him slowly pulling it out.