[ Her struggling doesn't get her far, even her thrashing and kicking doesn't, but ultimately Ben accepts what this communicates to him more than what her words have, what her tears have. She lays on the tile, chest heaving with the effort of her breath, red-faced and body numb, cunt clenching around his fingers to drag him back in even as she pushes him out, and she stares up into a face full of such admiration that she doesn't know what to do with it.
How could anyone love her this much?
This bring on a fresh stream of tears, but they are obscured by the water raining down. The sob, however, is not. It comes out as he gathers her in his arms, as she curls against him, pulling him in and clinging to him like a child who's finally found her home.
Her arms wrap around his shoulders and when he kisses the corner of her mouth, she turns her face to drag him into a fuller, more deliberate kiss that's open mouthed and loose and hungry and slow-moving because while she's just so spent, that hasn't stopped her from needing to feel close to him, needing the intimacy of their kiss. ]
HAVE A SAFE FLIGHT
How could anyone love her this much?
This bring on a fresh stream of tears, but they are obscured by the water raining down. The sob, however, is not. It comes out as he gathers her in his arms, as she curls against him, pulling him in and clinging to him like a child who's finally found her home.
Her arms wrap around his shoulders and when he kisses the corner of her mouth, she turns her face to drag him into a fuller, more deliberate kiss that's open mouthed and loose and hungry and slow-moving because while she's just so spent, that hasn't stopped her from needing to feel close to him, needing the intimacy of their kiss. ]