While she hadn't asked in so many words, Loxley does give her what she wants: the warm weight of him over her, and this slow, intimate rock of their bodies. Her fingers tighten and loosen and tighten again in his hair. There's no reason to curtail her reactions, bite back moans or steady her breath. Her fingers draw down his spine, then back up, nails biting into his shoulder as he moves into her.
"Loxley," she breathes, tender over the syllables. It's the only thing that materializes, his name carrying deeper sentiments along with it. He's so warm. And Derrica is never going to get tired of the way his entire body reacts to praise, the way he reacts to her.
There's a long beat of quiet, gasping breaths. Derrica's heel braced against the mattress, thighs flexing at his hips, as her hand leaves his hair to cup his cheek. Her thumb slips along the bristle of beard, sets at the corner of his mouth as she says again, lower, "Loxley, please."
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"Loxley," she breathes, tender over the syllables. It's the only thing that materializes, his name carrying deeper sentiments along with it. He's so warm. And Derrica is never going to get tired of the way his entire body reacts to praise, the way he reacts to her.
There's a long beat of quiet, gasping breaths. Derrica's heel braced against the mattress, thighs flexing at his hips, as her hand leaves his hair to cup his cheek. Her thumb slips along the bristle of beard, sets at the corner of his mouth as she says again, lower, "Loxley, please."
Please stay, is what remains unspoken.