[ He can slide in and out of her again later. Probably. She doesn't know if this is ever going to happen again, honestly, or what comes after this. She's not really thinking about that right now, though; she's thinking more along the lines of what's happening in the moment. The way he feels inside her, the way he surrounds her.
She's usually a composed woman, able to keep her emotions and needs, whatever they may be, in check. But he's made her come completely undone, taken every and all of her inhibitions away. All she knows right now is him and the way he fills her and makes her feel something truly pleasant for the first time in years.
She can't help it, the way she buries her face into his neck and inhales, taking in his scent and everything that is him. Her whimper of his name is muffled against his skin, at least until she finally lifts her head so that she can press her forehead against his, a hand lightly pressed to his cheek. A few hard thrusts later, she cries out as that tightly wound coil finally comes undone within her, and she quivers, pushing her hips up against his hard. ]
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She's usually a composed woman, able to keep her emotions and needs, whatever they may be, in check. But he's made her come completely undone, taken every and all of her inhibitions away. All she knows right now is him and the way he fills her and makes her feel something truly pleasant for the first time in years.
She can't help it, the way she buries her face into his neck and inhales, taking in his scent and everything that is him. Her whimper of his name is muffled against his skin, at least until she finally lifts her head so that she can press her forehead against his, a hand lightly pressed to his cheek. A few hard thrusts later, she cries out as that tightly wound coil finally comes undone within her, and she quivers, pushing her hips up against his hard. ]