[ She asks it in a low voice, thick with sleep. She nuzzles into his shoulder, tightening her hold. It's a cuddle hold, not an attempt to stir something, even if she feels familiar liquid heat stirring. She wants to. And he's right, talking about it has served to tease. But her body's just not up for follow-through right now. Her thighs need time enough to recover before she thinks about riding him again.
And when she does as he asks, she will be riding him again. Her hips shift to briefly bump her clit against his thigh, and she hums her sleepy appreciation of it. ]
After sleep. [ She promises. ] When the flooding drains. Before we leave.
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[ She asks it in a low voice, thick with sleep. She nuzzles into his shoulder, tightening her hold. It's a cuddle hold, not an attempt to stir something, even if she feels familiar liquid heat stirring. She wants to. And he's right, talking about it has served to tease. But her body's just not up for follow-through right now. Her thighs need time enough to recover before she thinks about riding him again.
And when she does as he asks, she will be riding him again. Her hips shift to briefly bump her clit against his thigh, and she hums her sleepy appreciation of it. ]
After sleep. [ She promises. ] When the flooding drains. Before we leave.