No. I thought it was gas at first. [She snorts a little, but doesn't linger on amusement. She brushes her free hand through his hair, her thumb caressing his cheek. It's fascinating to watch the emotions flit across his face. She can't even really identify most of them, but that doesn't bother her. It's a reminder of how intensely he can feel things. Normally he's so self-contained... she knows he loves her, can feel that love in a muted way except when they're having sex. (One of the many reasons she likes fucking so much — it brings both their feelings into sharp relief.)
She leans in and kisses him, wanting to savor the moment, yet at the same time desperately needing him back inside her. She pulls the hand on her belly up to her breast, heavy and hard-tipped and aching for him.]
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Date: 2015-03-08 03:30 am (UTC)She leans in and kisses him, wanting to savor the moment, yet at the same time desperately needing him back inside her. She pulls the hand on her belly up to her breast, heavy and hard-tipped and aching for him.]