[ With each movement, she gets even wetter, her voice growing louder and more impatient as a white hot heat builds within her, a thread of pleasure growing more and more taut, ready to snap as he thrusts into her just so. And when she hears that quiet word spill from his lips, she can't help but return it - although not as quietly. ]
Fuck, Diluc. I...
[ It's then that he begins to slow, which earns him a desperate little whine that's muffled by the brief kiss that he gives her. As he pulls away to say those three precious words, she catches his bottom lip between her teeth and bites, ever so lightly. ]
I love you, too. I'm yours, Diluc.
[ So please keep going, she wants to say, but the words are lost in his next kiss. Him having his way with her like this feels so fucking good, the pleasure made all the sweeter by the fact that they haven't done this in what feels like an eternity, and then made euphoric by everything else about their present circumstances. The dreamotion, the passion surging in their kiss, the way her body is pinned firmly between the wall and her lover, his strength and his pace...
It's perfect. He's perfect, and she wants to make sure that he knows just that as she breaks their kiss and cries out in ecstasy, quivering and tightening around him with her whole being. And in her hair, in his, and all across the wall against which they're making love, flowers burst and bloom into life. ]
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Fuck, Diluc. I...
[ It's then that he begins to slow, which earns him a desperate little whine that's muffled by the brief kiss that he gives her. As he pulls away to say those three precious words, she catches his bottom lip between her teeth and bites, ever so lightly. ]
I love you, too. I'm yours, Diluc.
[ So please keep going, she wants to say, but the words are lost in his next kiss. Him having his way with her like this feels so fucking good, the pleasure made all the sweeter by the fact that they haven't done this in what feels like an eternity, and then made euphoric by everything else about their present circumstances. The dreamotion, the passion surging in their kiss, the way her body is pinned firmly between the wall and her lover, his strength and his pace...
It's perfect. He's perfect, and she wants to make sure that he knows just that as she breaks their kiss and cries out in ecstasy, quivering and tightening around him with her whole being. And in her hair, in his, and all across the wall against which they're making love, flowers burst and bloom into life. ]