She gasps in surprise but lets herself be lifted, aids him in it by bringing one arm around his neck, her long and well-muscled legs coming up around his hips. She can feel his muscles shift under her as he carries her; can feel, too, the heat and press of his arousal. As he lays her down, she moans softly against his mouth, unwinding her legs from him with little care for how her shift has rucked up to the hips, barely covering her.
His kisses, his look of wonder, the words he speaks that she does not know... it feels like a dream, from which she never wants to wake. But the feel of the bedclothes under her and his body against hers, that is real. This is real. She smiles, wondering at the splendour of the moment, and arches her neck as he kisses it, her fingers trailing lightly across his shoulders and the nape of his neck.
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Date: 2018-05-07 01:43 pm (UTC)His kisses, his look of wonder, the words he speaks that she does not know... it feels like a dream, from which she never wants to wake. But the feel of the bedclothes under her and his body against hers, that is real. This is real. She smiles, wondering at the splendour of the moment, and arches her neck as he kisses it, her fingers trailing lightly across his shoulders and the nape of his neck.