For Eostre
Jun. 30th, 2007 02:02 pm[continued from here]
"Yeah, and you weren't the only one," he says, voice low and amused as his fingertips trace over the swells of her breasts, circling a nipple once through fabric. Even doubly unfair, with them the size they are now. The nipple hardens slightly at his touch.
It's not the only thing that's doing that.
He turns his head a little to brush his lips against her wrist. "And you still weren't complaining."
In all honesty, he misses when he could do that, fuck her hard enough to leave bruises after. He'd be lying if he said part of him didn't enjoy that, seeing them the next day and knowing where they'd come from.
"Yeah, and you weren't the only one," he says, voice low and amused as his fingertips trace over the swells of her breasts, circling a nipple once through fabric. Even doubly unfair, with them the size they are now. The nipple hardens slightly at his touch.
It's not the only thing that's doing that.
He turns his head a little to brush his lips against her wrist. "And you still weren't complaining."
In all honesty, he misses when he could do that, fuck her hard enough to leave bruises after. He'd be lying if he said part of him didn't enjoy that, seeing them the next day and knowing where they'd come from.
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