[He doesn't need the hand to keep her close -- her arms and legs are wrapped around him, practically a stranglehold as he picks up the pace. Moments like this, she forgets what it feels like when he's not inside her, can't even imagine the emptiness.
She isn't breathing so much as gasping, drowning in sensation and need. Any moment now, one little touch will sending her tumbling to the ground, shaking and screaming.]
Sunday! \^^/
She isn't breathing so much as gasping, drowning in sensation and need. Any moment now, one little touch will sending her tumbling to the ground, shaking and screaming.]