[ Her ass feels undeniably empty when he pulls his fingers free of her, the beginnings of her orgasm ebbing away. She clumsily moves into position, painfully aware of every noise and jostle behind her, both aroused and nervous. Keyed up, dangerously so when he spits directly onto her clenching hole.
It's difficult not to collapse when he first slides in, her gut tensing with discomfort and subsequent pleasure from the sting. In a way, it feels good because it hurts. That's a new feeling. ]
Yes, [ breathy answer, then remembers her manners: ] Please, daddy.
[ She's a good girl. Her clit throbs, complaining from neglect. Still, she doesn't touch herself. ]
[There’s still a little tentativeness from Nate, just enough to make sure she’s comfortable. It’s different, he knows it is, but the pained sound from her isn’t easily forgotten.
His hands rest on her hips, holding her firmly without gripping her. It takes more effort than usual to control the pace of his hips as he starts to fuck her. He’s fighting the desire to start pounding her quickly and hungrily. He does treat them both to a long, low groan. Normally a little more reserved with his hands, he can’t smother how good it feels to have her body squeezing around his cock again.
It doesn’t take long for him to start bucking his hips faster into her, skin smacking together with increasing volume.]
Been imagining pounding you like this since the first time I saw you bend over.
[ His groan ricochets through her, setting her into a tremor. She's surprised by the pleasure, how much of it there is. It's different from any other time he's filled her, cunt and mouth, though no less enjoyable for it. Her cunt feels empty but not at the same time.
She's not too proud to say he can undo her completely, and he does now. It's been too long. Every snap of his hips drives a cry from her, pouring out of her lungs with growing abandon. One may say she sounds like a cat in heat, but she has no present inhibitions to notice and they have no neighbors to overhear her.
Kneading at the coverlet in pleasure, she chances looking over her shoulder at Nathan: his cock pistoning into her hole, the focused expression. Meets his eyes with her own, adoring. ]
[She's not too proud and in turn, Nate becomes very proud. It feels good to fuck her right again, hear her unwind again. Both for carnal reasons and his own pleasure and because doing anything to soothe her or bring her pleasure and joy is a reward.]
Take it so good, Bambi. [He smiles rakishly back at her, but the adoration is in his eyes too. His wife is beautiful and putting her in this state feels like his greater purpose. His arms wind around her, collapsing his weight over her so his hips slam deep into her. He squeezes her tits and kisses the back of her neck and the side of her face clumsily.]
You're so fucking tight-- Might fucking come-- [He warns, because he can slow himself for her but if she wants him to flood her-- he's ready. His hand crawls past her belly, rubbing his fingers over her clit.]
[ His movements glide deep, unrestrained. She moans low, relishing this level of intimacy she's been physically and emotionally unable to handle for the past month.
Her body had rejected both their baby, and then her husband. She had felt all of useless, broken.
Francesca is still not completely herself, she doesn't know if she will ever be the person she was before their miscarriage, but she feels more herself in this moment than she has in weeks. Difficult to be consumed by shame and self-loathing when the immensity of pleasure ushers every other thought from her head.
Her fingers twist in the blanket, hips bucking underneath his mischievous hand. She half-sobs, starting to tense with her own building climax. ]
Please come in me. [ Permission, explicit. ] I want you to come in me. I want to feel you drip out of me again.
You're doing so good, baby. [Nate's voice is full of praise and adoration for her. His fingers wind into her hair and tease her scalp, gripping and guiding it back toward him so he can kiss her with an open mouth.
He's felt her distance herself-- just a little-- and he knows it's nothing to do with him and everything to do with protecting himself. But now they're so connected again and he feels such a swell of happiness in his chest that he could cry.
And the sound he makes into the kiss is strangled and urgent, almost a cry. He pulls back, just enough to sputter--]
I love you-- god, I love you-- so much. [He says it frantically, hands dropping down to grip her waist as he rocks into her until he finishes inside of her. His cock twitches in her, fingers rolling over her clit as he rides out his orgasm.]
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It's difficult not to collapse when he first slides in, her gut tensing with discomfort and subsequent pleasure from the sting. In a way, it feels good because it hurts. That's a new feeling. ]
Yes, [ breathy answer, then remembers her manners: ] Please, daddy.
[ She's a good girl. Her clit throbs, complaining from neglect. Still, she doesn't touch herself. ]
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His hands rest on her hips, holding her firmly without gripping her. It takes more effort than usual to control the pace of his hips as he starts to fuck her. He’s fighting the desire to start pounding her quickly and hungrily. He does treat them both to a long, low groan. Normally a little more reserved with his hands, he can’t smother how good it feels to have her body squeezing around his cock again.
It doesn’t take long for him to start bucking his hips faster into her, skin smacking together with increasing volume.]
Been imagining pounding you like this since the first time I saw you bend over.
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She's not too proud to say he can undo her completely, and he does now. It's been too long. Every snap of his hips drives a cry from her, pouring out of her lungs with growing abandon. One may say she sounds like a cat in heat, but she has no present inhibitions to notice and they have no neighbors to overhear her.
Kneading at the coverlet in pleasure, she chances looking over her shoulder at Nathan: his cock pistoning into her hole, the focused expression. Meets his eyes with her own, adoring. ]
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Take it so good, Bambi. [He smiles rakishly back at her, but the adoration is in his eyes too. His wife is beautiful and putting her in this state feels like his greater purpose. His arms wind around her, collapsing his weight over her so his hips slam deep into her. He squeezes her tits and kisses the back of her neck and the side of her face clumsily.]
You're so fucking tight-- Might fucking come-- [He warns, because he can slow himself for her but if she wants him to flood her-- he's ready. His hand crawls past her belly, rubbing his fingers over her clit.]
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Her body had rejected both their baby, and then her husband. She had felt all of useless, broken.
Francesca is still not completely herself, she doesn't know if she will ever be the person she was before their miscarriage, but she feels more herself in this moment than she has in weeks. Difficult to be consumed by shame and self-loathing when the immensity of pleasure ushers every other thought from her head.
Her fingers twist in the blanket, hips bucking underneath his mischievous hand. She half-sobs, starting to tense with her own building climax. ]
Please come in me. [ Permission, explicit. ] I want you to come in me. I want to feel you drip out of me again.
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He's felt her distance herself-- just a little-- and he knows it's nothing to do with him and everything to do with protecting himself. But now they're so connected again and he feels such a swell of happiness in his chest that he could cry.
And the sound he makes into the kiss is strangled and urgent, almost a cry. He pulls back, just enough to sputter--]
I love you-- god, I love you-- so much. [He says it frantically, hands dropping down to grip her waist as he rocks into her until he finishes inside of her. His cock twitches in her, fingers rolling over her clit as he rides out his orgasm.]
Come for me again-- please.