They've aired their feelings before this, of course, but it still gives him thrill to hear her call him hers, and so smugly. He's grinning against her kisses, her sweet little bump on his nose, and when he feels her brush against his cock, he whimpers with want.
His hand goes obligingly to her breast, the other coming to join it, kneading the flesh slow and deep as he stares up at her unbelievably radiant presence. She's not the only one blowing past teasing, and he certainly isn't helping with the way he chases her moans, groaning in time with her as she rocks against him, his hips canting to meet her. "Gods I like you riding me--"
And he's met with kisses, with her beautiful cries, until she drunkenly pulls back. He can't help but cradle her face, adoration glowing from his. But his heart skips a beat with the way she bite off whatever she was going to say.
"Hold onto to me," he says, and making sure he's secure, he scoots them both back, moving a few pillows so he can lean against the wall, their faces together and her still in his lap. He curls forward to kiss against her neck, one hand tangling in her hair and the other pushing her lower back harder against him as he rocks up into her. "You have me," he says between kisses. "Entirely. I am yours."
Butterflies flit through him at admitting that, the possessiveness of that day with the fruit hardly a stretch for how he felt. And now he had her, because she wanted him back.
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Date: 2023-02-10 12:40 am (UTC)His hand goes obligingly to her breast, the other coming to join it, kneading the flesh slow and deep as he stares up at her unbelievably radiant presence. She's not the only one blowing past teasing, and he certainly isn't helping with the way he chases her moans, groaning in time with her as she rocks against him, his hips canting to meet her. "Gods I like you riding me--"
And he's met with kisses, with her beautiful cries, until she drunkenly pulls back. He can't help but cradle her face, adoration glowing from his. But his heart skips a beat with the way she bite off whatever she was going to say.
"Hold onto to me," he says, and making sure he's secure, he scoots them both back, moving a few pillows so he can lean against the wall, their faces together and her still in his lap. He curls forward to kiss against her neck, one hand tangling in her hair and the other pushing her lower back harder against him as he rocks up into her. "You have me," he says between kisses. "Entirely. I am yours."
Butterflies flit through him at admitting that, the possessiveness of that day with the fruit hardly a stretch for how he felt. And now he had her, because she wanted him back.