[ she had fully expected to be the one to lead this situation, but he was doing a pretty good job of surprising her and holding his own. despite her reservations and objections towards it all, there was definitely some kind of spark there. for her, it just felt nice to feel wanted, like her existence mattered to someone again.
her hands come to fully rest on top of his chest while he starts leading her again, and it isn't until they come to a stop at the foot of the bed that she really comes into her own. it takes little effort to push him back onto the mattress, and she's unable to really get to see his expression afterwards as she's too busy pulling off the rest of whatever clothes are left on the both of them, socks included.
when she comes back up she gets a good look at his whole exposed body to her and it's... rough. she can't keep count with the number of scars and cuts painted over by the black, blue, purple, and yellow bruises on his body, not including the various gashes. she feels guilty, briefly, like she talked him into something that he shouldn't do, but... when her eyes land on his own and she can see the way he's looking at her, she's reminded of his words from earlier: maybe it's not as bad as it looks.
she feels surprisingly light as she crawls on top of him, legs positioning himself around either side of his his. wasting almost no time, her hand offers him a soft stroke before holding him still as she guides her body down on top of his length, causing her eyes to close and lips to part as she lets out a moan.
it's gentle at first, because that's the natural progression of things, but the more her hips move the more excited she becomes. her hands reach down and grab his, slapping them on her sides. she arches herself a little, grabbing onto his forearms before tilting her head back down in his direction. ]
I won't stop unless you stop me or tell me to, so don't be stupid.
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her hands come to fully rest on top of his chest while he starts leading her again, and it isn't until they come to a stop at the foot of the bed that she really comes into her own. it takes little effort to push him back onto the mattress, and she's unable to really get to see his expression afterwards as she's too busy pulling off the rest of whatever clothes are left on the both of them, socks included.
when she comes back up she gets a good look at his whole exposed body to her and it's... rough. she can't keep count with the number of scars and cuts painted over by the black, blue, purple, and yellow bruises on his body, not including the various gashes. she feels guilty, briefly, like she talked him into something that he shouldn't do, but... when her eyes land on his own and she can see the way he's looking at her, she's reminded of his words from earlier: maybe it's not as bad as it looks.
she feels surprisingly light as she crawls on top of him, legs positioning himself around either side of his his. wasting almost no time, her hand offers him a soft stroke before holding him still as she guides her body down on top of his length, causing her eyes to close and lips to part as she lets out a moan.
it's gentle at first, because that's the natural progression of things, but the more her hips move the more excited she becomes. her hands reach down and grab his, slapping them on her sides. she arches herself a little, grabbing onto his forearms before tilting her head back down in his direction. ]
I won't stop unless you stop me or tell me to, so don't be stupid.