[She leans back, dizzy and breathless, and watches him strip off his pants, biting her lips in eager anticipation. Her eyes trace the lines of his body, the interplay of muscles and scars -- signs of a rough life. She's never been good at restraint -- it's only recently occurred to her to even try -- but she likes that she doesn't have to hold herself back with him.
She straightens when he pulls out the condom, curious.]
What's the trick for getting that on?
[She watches him put it on, making notes for the next time (she can't already be thinking about next time). She's surprised when he pulls her onto his lap. Control she doesn't have to fight for? What is she supposed to do with that?
She spends a moment just looking at him. The wry smile, the dark eyes. She reaches out and runs her fingers through his hair, smoothing it down. He might not appreciate the gentleness, but she's still a little nervous and gunshy. She traces his cheekbones with her thumb before leaning in to kiss him, soft and warm, a tactile thank you.
And then she reaches down between their bodies, positions him at her entrance, then slowly lowers herself onto him, inch by inch.]
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She straightens when he pulls out the condom, curious.]
What's the trick for getting that on?
[She watches him put it on, making notes for the next time (she can't already be thinking about next time). She's surprised when he pulls her onto his lap. Control she doesn't have to fight for? What is she supposed to do with that?
She spends a moment just looking at him. The wry smile, the dark eyes. She reaches out and runs her fingers through his hair, smoothing it down. He might not appreciate the gentleness, but she's still a little nervous and gunshy. She traces his cheekbones with her thumb before leaning in to kiss him, soft and warm, a tactile thank you.
And then she reaches down between their bodies, positions him at her entrance, then slowly lowers herself onto him, inch by inch.]