[ 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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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.