There's nothing more perfect he could imagine than the way she gasps and arches against him, moving to meet him even as she kisses against him, dazzling him with smiles and happy whimpers. Her walls begin to contract around him and he moans back. He keeps true to his intention to go slow, but there's no denying the tingling heat as they move toward tipping, and his fingers knead into her breast in search of her sighs of pleasure.
When she clamps around him, pleading for him to stop and wait, he can't help but chuckle lowly. There's a heady mix of pride and relief at how easy it was to get her so close to orgasm, how close he is. "Let me look at you then," he murmurs back, stilling his hips when he's full inside her, loving they way they twitch against each other. He brushes that long, gorgeous hair from her face, spilled out around her to where the blankets cover both of them. He sighs, knuckle running down her cheek, having to focus a little to keep his hips from rocking of their own accord and not quite succeeding.
"I'm so glad I went to that silly shop that morning," he tells her with a smile that's bright and warm, eyelids heavy as he takes her in. "And I'm so glad I'm here with you now." He leans down to kiss her again, letting his weight press against her torso, his fingers tangling up into her hair. There's no game, no push to overwhelm her, he just can't keep away from how badly he wants to touch ever piece of her and chase away anything that isn't beautiful comfort.
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When she clamps around him, pleading for him to stop and wait, he can't help but chuckle lowly. There's a heady mix of pride and relief at how easy it was to get her so close to orgasm, how close he is. "Let me look at you then," he murmurs back, stilling his hips when he's full inside her, loving they way they twitch against each other. He brushes that long, gorgeous hair from her face, spilled out around her to where the blankets cover both of them. He sighs, knuckle running down her cheek, having to focus a little to keep his hips from rocking of their own accord and not quite succeeding.
"I'm so glad I went to that silly shop that morning," he tells her with a smile that's bright and warm, eyelids heavy as he takes her in. "And I'm so glad I'm here with you now." He leans down to kiss her again, letting his weight press against her torso, his fingers tangling up into her hair. There's no game, no push to overwhelm her, he just can't keep away from how badly he wants to touch ever piece of her and chase away anything that isn't beautiful comfort.