[ About half of it's just swearing anyways, the other half his name and encouragement mixed in, mostly in sentences that have no grammatical structure. She lets the loop between them open back up fully, because there's no point in holding back now, lets their sensations filter back and forth between each other and intertwine until there's a moment she can hardly tell what she's feeling from where.
If this feeling could stay forever that would be ideal, but like all good things it can't. When she comes back to herself it's slowly and she stays where she is for the moment, looks down at him and lets her eyes trace everything she can see of him, every bit of him in this moment so that she can snapshot it for later. ]
just you waaaait
If this feeling could stay forever that would be ideal, but like all good things it can't. When she comes back to herself it's slowly and she stays where she is for the moment, looks down at him and lets her eyes trace everything she can see of him, every bit of him in this moment so that she can snapshot it for later. ]