[ even the way she says his name makes his heart skip over several beats. nik, like itβs a secret between just the two of them, one that makes him eager to please, eager to shower her with the casual adoration he feels when he looks up from a book and sees her curled up on the couch in his study, sketching lines with the little furrow in her brow that always makes him want to get up and smooth it gently with the pad of his thumb. small things stick out in his mind, like the way she snuggles into the warm space left by his body when he rises at the crack of dawn, and how she complains about his veranda even while enjoying its benefits, and the uncanny way she somehow sees every single crack in his armor and fills them with the things he never even knew he needed to hear.
he wants to say all of this and more, but he sees sudden sparks when she grinds down against him, his breath sharp against the press of her lips. he joins her in undoing his belt, thumbing his fly open with wet, trembling fingers and finally reaching for his aching cock. his face flushes with heat, from this, from her, his mind long gone with the sight of her coming and the memory of her clenching around his fingers. if anyone interrupted them now he's not sure he would even bother to stop. ]
I can't help how my voice sounds. Or most of the things I say, for that matter.
[ breathless, his voice pulled taut, he brings his fingers to her mouth, sliding two past her lips and into the warm wetness before he pulls them back down to wrap around his cock. he leans forward, his arm curling around her waist to lift her slightly, and he whispers her name as the tip of his cock teases gently between her legs, a uneven breath stuttering out of him. looking at her like this nearly makes him dizzy with want, backlit with the fiery sunset, her lips bitten red, her hair falling messily around her face. his mouth presses to the gauzy fabric of her wrap, a breathless moan tumbling past his lips as he clenches his eyes shut, holding her close and being careful not to rush. ]
Alina β is this β [ his words break off into another groan, her heat enveloping his cock. his fingers dig hard into her thigh, a shudder gripping him as the intensity of this sensation empties his brain of all useful speech. ] Is this β ah, fuck, Alina β
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he wants to say all of this and more, but he sees sudden sparks when she grinds down against him, his breath sharp against the press of her lips. he joins her in undoing his belt, thumbing his fly open with wet, trembling fingers and finally reaching for his aching cock. his face flushes with heat, from this, from her, his mind long gone with the sight of her coming and the memory of her clenching around his fingers. if anyone interrupted them now he's not sure he would even bother to stop. ]
I can't help how my voice sounds. Or most of the things I say, for that matter.
[ breathless, his voice pulled taut, he brings his fingers to her mouth, sliding two past her lips and into the warm wetness before he pulls them back down to wrap around his cock. he leans forward, his arm curling around her waist to lift her slightly, and he whispers her name as the tip of his cock teases gently between her legs, a uneven breath stuttering out of him. looking at her like this nearly makes him dizzy with want, backlit with the fiery sunset, her lips bitten red, her hair falling messily around her face. his mouth presses to the gauzy fabric of her wrap, a breathless moan tumbling past his lips as he clenches his eyes shut, holding her close and being careful not to rush. ]
Alina β is this β [ his words break off into another groan, her heat enveloping his cock. his fingers dig hard into her thigh, a shudder gripping him as the intensity of this sensation empties his brain of all useful speech. ] Is this β ah, fuck, Alina β