( at this point, it isn’t a difficult wish to grant: even if she’d backed off that edge with the shock of adjustment, she’d been close to it in the first place and it doesn’t take long, rocking determinedly in his lap, to wind that same tension back into her body. she leans forward, her hands falling to his knees to brace herself from a new angle, dragging him against exactly where she needs him to be inside her—
she tenses around him like a vice, trembling apart as her magic crackles along her skin, mercifully not destructively, electric with the rush of endorphins. the way she tosses her head, losing her breath, is more impressive in the mirror than the way her hair catches him in the face behind her in the process; that deliberate rhythm she’s maintained falls apart into urgent, uncontrolled twists, simultaneously wanting him closer and straining against overstimulation.
that’s the fun part, though. she catches one of his hands and flattens both of theirs to her stomach, gasping out his name. )
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she tenses around him like a vice, trembling apart as her magic crackles along her skin, mercifully not destructively, electric with the rush of endorphins. the way she tosses her head, losing her breath, is more impressive in the mirror than the way her hair catches him in the face behind her in the process; that deliberate rhythm she’s maintained falls apart into urgent, uncontrolled twists, simultaneously wanting him closer and straining against overstimulation.
that’s the fun part, though. she catches one of his hands and flattens both of theirs to her stomach, gasping out his name. )