[ Moments like this should be savored. The images and memories of their very first time are lost to the near countless versions of the story, but, the emotional imprint still seems to remain the same. Not only that, but for Jesse, it's continued to build. Every loop, every time around, those feelings just intensify. Maybe they've amplified in their own way. Each version resonating until it's reached a point where she memories of those emotions can't be erased by the story or the Dark Presence. Their intensity is whats made her so impatient; wanting to recapture and experience what she did once so many loops ago.
That doesn't mean they should rush.
She responds to her name with his, gasping at the feel of him against her. It's familiar and new at the same time and drives waves through her body. One hand threads back into his hair and the other wraps around his midsection to anchor herself. So that she can ride along with him and lose herself in the waves he's making inside her.
Her head tilts backwards as she archs into him. Her hips rock to meet his, causing the waves to intensify. Another gasp leaves her as she begins to shudder. She hardly cares if she finds release first or second, because she trusts him and has given him control of the situation. He can go as fast or slow, go as many rounds as he wants. As long as it's him and no one else steps through the door to interrupt them.
Her green eyes flutter shut as another wave crashes over her. Hands curl further into his hand and against his back. ]
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That doesn't mean they should rush.
She responds to her name with his, gasping at the feel of him against her. It's familiar and new at the same time and drives waves through her body. One hand threads back into his hair and the other wraps around his midsection to anchor herself. So that she can ride along with him and lose herself in the waves he's making inside her.
Her head tilts backwards as she archs into him. Her hips rock to meet his, causing the waves to intensify. Another gasp leaves her as she begins to shudder. She hardly cares if she finds release first or second, because she trusts him and has given him control of the situation. He can go as fast or slow, go as many rounds as he wants. As long as it's him and no one else steps through the door to interrupt them.
Her green eyes flutter shut as another wave crashes over her. Hands curl further into his hand and against his back. ]
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