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Making out with her neck till she's an absolute mess between her thighs and starts grinding on yours

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the intimacy of after sex. getting to listen to her little whines and whimpers, the gradual slowing of her breath. listening to how the sheets rustle under her body and the little giggle that leaves her lips when she has a working brain cell again.

getting to tug her in close and make sure she’s okay, that she’s drank some water. getting to hold her until she’s at bay. then being able to cuddle her, bury my nose into her neck and continually utter the words;

“i love you, i love you, i love you.”

“you took it so well for me.”

“my good girl.”

until she’s squirming just enough. having her pulled back against me with an arm wrapped around her hips, my lips never leaving her neck until we both fall asleep tangled together.

the intimacy after sex. it’s godlike.

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“Fffuck, baby-“

I can’t help but groan, just the way she says it- slurred speech, completely blissed out. I can feel her nails dig trails, on my head, the other wrapped around my forearm anchored next to her.

My hand drenched at this point, hooked for pressure on her g-spot, her clit between my lips. It’s taking every bit of my mental capacity to keep the rhythm consistent through her legs shaking, the soft whimpers and whines she’s giving me; the “aaaaha”s and the “nnnnghh”s.

I could keep fucking her forever.

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i love being gentle shushed when i’m whining too much. when she’s curling her fingers slowly in my aching pussy and i’m on the brink of exhaustion i can’t help but babble out a “too much” over and over. but she just leans over, whispering in my ear.

“shhh, don’t worry baby you can do it. be good for me” she coos before placing a soft kiss on my cheek. the onslaught of sensation from her touch to her voice sends me into overdrive. slowly, fingers creep towards my face, her thumb outlines my lips as if she’s preparing me. she knows me better than anyone, how to shut me up properly. two fingers slide easily into my mouth, almost mirroring the rhythm of her other hand.

“look how good you take me baby, taking my fingers so easily” she sweetly exclaims as she coaxes me to finish again.