[It's as though they're sharing this burst of sensation between each other. The tight grip she has on him, fingers, lips, hips, versus the wrap of his arms around her, coiling to feel every shiver through her body with his own. With lowered lids he reaches his release, brief seconds strangely feeling both helpless yet in complete control as he watches her come undone, only to follow with his own cry, a loud gasp, and a moan. Holding her tight, holding her deep.
They've been working at this for a while now, but yet it still startles him, how he feels like trembling steel, how everything seems to make a little more sense now, with her on his lap, his face buried against her neck.]
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They've been working at this for a while now, but yet it still startles him, how he feels like trembling steel, how everything seems to make a little more sense now, with her on his lap, his face buried against her neck.]