[Sex shouldn't be this good. Sex with him was becoming like an addiction for her. Something she needed to feel like she was back in balance -- but only after her completely tore her apart. Her hand gripped one of his wrists, tight, but she knew that she couldn't hurt him and god, that was such a rush. She could lose control, let herself go in a way she never could before, and he could take it.
She felt him in her, felt his cock throbbing inside her like she could feel his pulse through it. Or maybe that was her around him. It was hard to tell sometimes. But it always felt so damn good. And there was something in the way he touched her, in how he kissed her and moved in her that had her eyes pricking. Not in pain or upset, but just... love. She loved him. She knew that. And she knew she couldn't tell him, because that would make it real and she couldn't handle that. Not yet.
So she told him in the way she moved her body over his, in how she drew his hand up to nip at one of his fingers before starting to suck at it, in how she kept it slow and almost sweet, because she knew he liked it that way.]
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She felt him in her, felt his cock throbbing inside her like she could feel his pulse through it. Or maybe that was her around him. It was hard to tell sometimes. But it always felt so damn good. And there was something in the way he touched her, in how he kissed her and moved in her that had her eyes pricking. Not in pain or upset, but just... love. She loved him. She knew that. And she knew she couldn't tell him, because that would make it real and she couldn't handle that. Not yet.
So she told him in the way she moved her body over his, in how she drew his hand up to nip at one of his fingers before starting to suck at it, in how she kept it slow and almost sweet, because she knew he liked it that way.]