(When is it ever not? Considering their track record, it just adds to the list of things she isn't surprised about.
At this point, there's not a bit of resistance from her, because fuck, she's melting. Her heel digs into the small of his back, grounding and silently begging him to keep going as he is. The noises she makes are uninhibited, more piercing and louder than any other she had given him — they are honeyed to the ear, but with the heightened volume, they sound nearly profane the more she gives them out. He's doing pretty much everything she likes, it's not like there is any hope for her not to even think about wrestling her climax or Quentin's, for that matter.
So, she relaxes, letting it overtake her with a cry as her entire body reacts to the firework explosion that it is. Her heart is nearly beating out of her chest, stars sparkling in her vision, toes curling, and her mind numbing his skin so she can sink her nails to help her ride it, and she is...
no subject
At this point, there's not a bit of resistance from her, because fuck, she's melting. Her heel digs into the small of his back, grounding and silently begging him to keep going as he is. The noises she makes are uninhibited, more piercing and louder than any other she had given him — they are honeyed to the ear, but with the heightened volume, they sound nearly profane the more she gives them out. He's doing pretty much everything she likes, it's not like there is any hope for her not to even think about wrestling her climax or Quentin's, for that matter.
So, she relaxes, letting it overtake her with a cry as her entire body reacts to the firework explosion that it is. Her heart is nearly beating out of her chest, stars sparkling in her vision, toes curling, and her mind numbing his skin so she can sink her nails to help her ride it, and she is...
Mush. She's mush.)