In the moment, all of these things come together in harmony.
It is as much about his mouth on her hand as it is about the way he is touching her as it is about the way his body shifts to brace her. The deep ache in her that had wanted more had wanted all of these things. Not so much his hand but the way Loxley responds to her with his entire body, every part of him.
Derrica bows her own body down to meet him, palm on his cheek steering his face back to her to be kissed. Or to be leaned against, forehead to forehead, while her composure slips away from her and her breath comes in hitching gasps. One hand finds its way down alongside his elbow to take her weight, the other falls back to Loxley's shoulder to cling on to him once more. If her nails embed crescents there, she'll apologize after.
She tells him more or deeper or there, stay there. After a point, she doesn't need to tell him anything.
How much time passes? Impossible to say. Only that time must pass while her attention narrows to his breath and his body beneath her and what he is drawing out of her, that she braces herself against it, wavering until she can't do anything but comes juddering apart over him.
She says his name after, a little absent, as if it's the first that that comes to mind as she kisses the corner of his mouth.
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It is as much about his mouth on her hand as it is about the way he is touching her as it is about the way his body shifts to brace her. The deep ache in her that had wanted more had wanted all of these things. Not so much his hand but the way Loxley responds to her with his entire body, every part of him.
Derrica bows her own body down to meet him, palm on his cheek steering his face back to her to be kissed. Or to be leaned against, forehead to forehead, while her composure slips away from her and her breath comes in hitching gasps. One hand finds its way down alongside his elbow to take her weight, the other falls back to Loxley's shoulder to cling on to him once more. If her nails embed crescents there, she'll apologize after.
She tells him more or deeper or there, stay there. After a point, she doesn't need to tell him anything.
How much time passes? Impossible to say. Only that time must pass while her attention narrows to his breath and his body beneath her and what he is drawing out of her, that she braces herself against it, wavering until she can't do anything but comes juddering apart over him.
She says his name after, a little absent, as if it's the first that that comes to mind as she kisses the corner of his mouth.