[ This is a startling time in her life, especially when she can't discern whether it's his rough treatment or that devoted sentiment that has her vision whiting out in a burst of sparks. Whichever it is, she comes harder than she ever has in her life; with a strangled sob, her cunt spasms around his fingers like she's desperately trying to pull him deeper, keep him trapped inside of her. To say nothing of the blunt nails clawing uselessly at the back of his tunic until she eventually scratches tallies into the nape of his neck, fastening herself to him as though her life truly depends on it.
It all but saps the strength in her legs. She stumbles simply from withdrawing to look at him, arms hooking tighter where they've encircled his neck to maintain her balance. Still, the dazed look in her eyes hasn't left — she can scarcely keep them open at all — and has been, if anything, exacerbated by that confession. In the middle of fucking her with his fingers until she's a crying mess, no less. Something in her chest wrenches with a pleasant, buzzing warmth. ]
that's #5
It all but saps the strength in her legs. She stumbles simply from withdrawing to look at him, arms hooking tighter where they've encircled his neck to maintain her balance. Still, the dazed look in her eyes hasn't left — she can scarcely keep them open at all — and has been, if anything, exacerbated by that confession. In the middle of fucking her with his fingers until she's a crying mess, no less. Something in her chest wrenches with a pleasant, buzzing warmth. ]
What?
[ #Eloquent. ]