[ 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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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.