Mmm. It's okay. You'll just have to make it up to me later. [ her voice is still low and breathy, and she draws her nails over his skin again- though lightly this time. They can take stock of the damage and make apologies later.
Way later.
Slowly, gently, she shifts, getting the beginning of a rhythm going. Her hands find their way to his shoulders and she braces herself as she rides him- drawing him in and out again and again and fuck fuck he feels so fucking good she can barely stand it. ]
Oh Peter. [ her fingers press into his skin, and she practically sighs ] My Peter.
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Way later.
Slowly, gently, she shifts, getting the beginning of a rhythm going. Her hands find their way to his shoulders and she braces herself as she rides him- drawing him in and out again and again and fuck fuck he feels so fucking good she can barely stand it. ]
Oh Peter. [ her fingers press into his skin, and she practically sighs ] My Peter.