[ That shuddering breath leaves her even as he continues to kiss or touch whatever part of her he can. A warm feeling washes over her, as well as the need to roll into him and simply bask in it all. But, he's moving, kissing, and she can feel that tension building up inside her again. Either she is truly that easy to bring to a brink, or Alan is that skilled.
Or, a third option that she doesn't want to consider. People aren't made for one another. Soulmates aren't something that's real. If they were, it would surely have been him and his wife. She wasn't made to fit others or to be the same as others. Polaris even said she and Dylan were special. That means they're outliers. Outside the norms.
Jesse forces her eyes open to look up into his. They're a gray that can be stormy or as clear as water. Her heart pounds. Why does she like looking at them so much? Her breathing quickens again, her back arcs as well. That drive inside her wants to be one with him. If they're one, then they're both bright and louder. The darkness can't stand against that.
None of those thoughts make sense to her even as they rumble in her mind.
Her fingers trial down his arm or curl into his back. Their bottoms need to be removed. Her shirt and bra can stay on if needed. That's fine. As long as they come to one point together.
Jesse presses her hips to his in an attempt to communicate the very idea. ] Alan.
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Or, a third option that she doesn't want to consider. People aren't made for one another. Soulmates aren't something that's real. If they were, it would surely have been him and his wife. She wasn't made to fit others or to be the same as others. Polaris even said she and Dylan were special. That means they're outliers. Outside the norms.
Jesse forces her eyes open to look up into his. They're a gray that can be stormy or as clear as water. Her heart pounds. Why does she like looking at them so much? Her breathing quickens again, her back arcs as well. That drive inside her wants to be one with him. If they're one, then they're both bright and louder. The darkness can't stand against that.
None of those thoughts make sense to her even as they rumble in her mind.
Her fingers trial down his arm or curl into his back. Their bottoms need to be removed. Her shirt and bra can stay on if needed. That's fine. As long as they come to one point together.
Jesse presses her hips to his in an attempt to communicate the very idea. ] Alan.