"Yes," she answers, hands drifting down to his shoulders, breathing deep as she relaxes into the sensation of him, of how their bodies feel moving together this way. Her fingers dig back into his shoulders, then loosen, then tighten again as she moves with him.
In the midst of this moment, a small curl of satisfaction unfurls alongside the warmth pooling in her belly, the flush and prickle of sweat blooming across her skin all over again. Loxley's expression is such a lovely thing. Derrica can kiss him for it, this close, just a sweet, brief little brush of her mouth before she draws back to admire him again.
"Slowly," Derrica tells him, a gentle, hushing note in her voice. "I've got you. Just let me."
Let me give you this, is what she means, in which this is such a blurry, tender thing. It lacks definition in the moment, and she isn't interested in making an examination of it. All Derrica's interested in is the way Loxley's breath has gone ragged and the way he's touching her, and how good it all feels.
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In the midst of this moment, a small curl of satisfaction unfurls alongside the warmth pooling in her belly, the flush and prickle of sweat blooming across her skin all over again. Loxley's expression is such a lovely thing. Derrica can kiss him for it, this close, just a sweet, brief little brush of her mouth before she draws back to admire him again.
"Slowly," Derrica tells him, a gentle, hushing note in her voice. "I've got you. Just let me."
Let me give you this, is what she means, in which this is such a blurry, tender thing. It lacks definition in the moment, and she isn't interested in making an examination of it. All Derrica's interested in is the way Loxley's breath has gone ragged and the way he's touching her, and how good it all feels.