Thomas had to close his own eyes once he was fully inside her, his movements stilling for a moment to the sound of her mixed sound of pleasure. It, felt, “Perfect.” Unknowingly echoing her thoughts, and unknowingly meaning more than simply the way it felt just then to be inside her.
One hand continuing to stroke and caress the small rise of her breast, his rougher fingers covered by pale and soft ones belonging to her, the other moved to stroke over her thigh, hip and stomach. Accompanied by the beginning of gliding and rocking into and out of her, the sensations absolutely incredible. Setting a slow yet fluid pace, kissing the side of her jaw and cheek as she whimpered out his name, Thomas’s head was then only full of her. Nothing else mattering or intruding.
Soft sunlight filtered in through the window neither had bother to shut the shades of, spilling over their bare bodies.