[ how lovely she is. his hand cradles the back of her head as he runs his fingers over her softest, darkest mane.
that craving answer fuels a shaky, hot breath of release against her lips, chin and jawline, to been given permission to do as he pleases with her. he wishes to be gentle yet let her know he has been too impatient, how he wishes to display the mayhem of emotions since they first met until this moment, how the memory of his body resents him for not being with her after so long.
with great strength and wild lewdness unknown to him, he stops on what he's doing and maneuvers her to get her settled on the sofa, her kneeling on the seat with her back facing him and her face on the backrest. his hands reach hers to anchor the edges of the cushion, a whisper of 'i'm in love with you' against her ear. whatever they do, she must know this is done out of love.
a hand takes his hard cock to guide it between her buttocks while the other fixes her position. there's some hesitation, perhaps unworthiness, now that he has her, now that this isn't a dream of sorts, now that she won't reject him or regret being with him because he kept seeking her out. tomoe might notice it, the remnant fear of how they accomplished this huge step and hurting her again.
the head brushes against her entrance, she will feel his hand on her hip trembling as it crawls under her belly to draw her closer. a faint sound of doubt she will hear with a brief intermission —
— only to sink slow and hard between her folds, another faint sound this time acute and innocent to the sensation of how tight and soft she feels when he enters her. heavens, he had dreamed many times about how it would be being inside her, and the more her walls grip his sensitive flesh the more his unworthiness increases. she will definitely notice it. ]
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that craving answer fuels a shaky, hot breath of release against her lips, chin and jawline, to been given permission to do as he pleases with her. he wishes to be gentle yet let her know he has been too impatient, how he wishes to display the mayhem of emotions since they first met until this moment, how the memory of his body resents him for not being with her after so long.
with great strength and wild lewdness unknown to him, he stops on what he's doing and maneuvers her to get her settled on the sofa, her kneeling on the seat with her back facing him and her face on the backrest. his hands reach hers to anchor the edges of the cushion, a whisper of 'i'm in love with you' against her ear. whatever they do, she must know this is done out of love.
a hand takes his hard cock to guide it between her buttocks while the other fixes her position. there's some hesitation, perhaps unworthiness, now that he has her, now that this isn't a dream of sorts, now that she won't reject him or regret being with him because he kept seeking her out. tomoe might notice it, the remnant fear of how they accomplished this huge step and hurting her again.
the head brushes against her entrance, she will feel his hand on her hip trembling as it crawls under her belly to draw her closer. a faint sound of doubt she will hear with a brief intermission —
— only to sink slow and hard between her folds, another faint sound this time acute and innocent to the sensation of how tight and soft she feels when he enters her. heavens, he had dreamed many times about how it would be being inside her, and the more her walls grip his sensitive flesh the more his unworthiness increases. she will definitely notice it. ]