[ Another time, she might have been worried about how quickly they'd both finished. The abrupt crescendo isn't exactly the stuff of poetic stories. But the build-up had been so beautiful, strangely intimate and violent all at once, that it never occurs to her. Rey noses into his neck, breathing him in. She can't tell what's sweat and what's cum. The sheets are soaked through from her back, and their chests stick together, skin slipping and sliding.
She wraps her arms around him anyway. It's awful. Smothering, overheated, sweltering. She clings to him anyway, like he's the life preserver and she's trying to keep her head above water, except that she doesn't want to breathe, only feel more of him, always. The uncoordinated kiss, at least, sates some of that. She doesn't have the energy anymore, in the post-orgasm haze, to do more than blindly fumble her lips against his.
No biting. No tongue. Not even gentle sucking. But her nose nudges against his, a hapless gesture when the kiss breaks, and her eyes go wide when he speaks. It shows off how dark her eyes are still, pupils blown. Vulnerable pits that offer a glimpse directly into the deepest, most broken parts of her that fill with his praise.
She decides she's misheard him. To protect herself from him taking it back. Shyly, she buries her nose in his neck then and says: ] It was.
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She wraps her arms around him anyway. It's awful. Smothering, overheated, sweltering. She clings to him anyway, like he's the life preserver and she's trying to keep her head above water, except that she doesn't want to breathe, only feel more of him, always. The uncoordinated kiss, at least, sates some of that. She doesn't have the energy anymore, in the post-orgasm haze, to do more than blindly fumble her lips against his.
No biting. No tongue. Not even gentle sucking. But her nose nudges against his, a hapless gesture when the kiss breaks, and her eyes go wide when he speaks. It shows off how dark her eyes are still, pupils blown. Vulnerable pits that offer a glimpse directly into the deepest, most broken parts of her that fill with his praise.
She decides she's misheard him. To protect herself from him taking it back. Shyly, she buries her nose in his neck then and says: ] It was.