[ the coffee flavour in his mouth is just light enough not to make her sick. it were gone entirely, she's sure she would resent its absence. it's a part of him, like the concrete dust under his fingernails before he showers or the effigy hidden among his belongings.
Jess eases him to his back by smothering his chest with hers to lie on top of him. she lets him delve up with his tongue, hers guiding unconcernedly. her arm laid over him and crooked beside his head, she scrapes the flat backs of her nails through the roots of hair at the top of his scalp. his warmth seeps into her all the way down to her bare legs, loosely spread along one of his. the disparity of their dress doesn't bother her; she likes the gritty, functional fabrics he wears. fuck silk and have it tell satin to suck it too. ]
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Jess eases him to his back by smothering his chest with hers to lie on top of him. she lets him delve up with his tongue, hers guiding unconcernedly. her arm laid over him and crooked beside his head, she scrapes the flat backs of her nails through the roots of hair at the top of his scalp. his warmth seeps into her all the way down to her bare legs, loosely spread along one of his. the disparity of their dress doesn't bother her; she likes the gritty, functional fabrics he wears. fuck silk and have it tell satin to suck it too. ]