They were relocating, and Sophia rewarded his grasp on her with fervent open-mouthed kisses along his neck, shoulders, and chest. Once situated, one hand anxiously grasped her skirt back to pin it away, while the other shoved aside whatever it was behind her for more room — books and paperweights and pens thudded to the carpet. Every inch of her ached for him, and yet she felt a bit nervous. It’s been nearly two years. What if he could tell she was out of practice? Of course, the silly thought dispelled as soon as his lips and fingers found the buttons that set her body on fire. Coherent thought went out the way her chemise did, and anticipation caused her breath to hitch.
“Ah,” she groaned in soft response into his ear, arm hooked around his neck. Was she still teasing him for making such a bold claim about loud sex? Perhaps. But to be fair on him, things were only just starting, and already Sophia felt herself losing grip over the reins. Her forehead found his when her hands moved to cup his face. Their gazes locked for a breathless moment as they tested these new waters. Maybe he recognized what she did, that somehow they’d stumbled on this exigent need to have each other, in a way she would have never anticipated.
Finally, “More,” her single syllable landed as a strained command rather than a plea. She couldn’t articulate what she wanted more of, though her body seemed to know. Eventually her arms disentangled from him, and she leaned back on her forearms to the desk to arch herself into his hips. They found an urgent pace together, building white-hot pleasure in her center and increasing the volume of her cries in the process. Damn this man!
Something he did with his hands brought one of her legs to rest against his chest, while her fingers curled white-knuckled on the edge of the desk. Already he had her dangling on the precipice. Only the faintest sense of self-preservation helped her vocalize a curse, then, “Don’t finish inside–” before her voice clipped and her head dropped back, body quaking with wave upon wave of ecstasy.
“Ah,” she groaned in soft response into his ear, arm hooked around his neck. Was she still teasing him for making such a bold claim about loud sex? Perhaps. But to be fair on him, things were only just starting, and already Sophia felt herself losing grip over the reins. Her forehead found his when her hands moved to cup his face. Their gazes locked for a breathless moment as they tested these new waters. Maybe he recognized what she did, that somehow they’d stumbled on this exigent need to have each other, in a way she would have never anticipated.
Finally, “More,” her single syllable landed as a strained command rather than a plea. She couldn’t articulate what she wanted more of, though her body seemed to know. Eventually her arms disentangled from him, and she leaned back on her forearms to the desk to arch herself into his hips. They found an urgent pace together, building white-hot pleasure in her center and increasing the volume of her cries in the process. Damn this man!
Something he did with his hands brought one of her legs to rest against his chest, while her fingers curled white-knuckled on the edge of the desk. Already he had her dangling on the precipice. Only the faintest sense of self-preservation helped her vocalize a curse, then, “Don’t finish inside–” before her voice clipped and her head dropped back, body quaking with wave upon wave of ecstasy.
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thank you gin for the set<3
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