Heather Bosch (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shiftingembers) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
When he asked if she was ready, Heather managed to nod, butterflies of anticipation dancing inside her as she could feel him so close and so hard for her. Her own moan was nearly as loud as his, back arching as he filled her and her hands grasping at the bed as she adjusted. His grip on her was just right and she knew she could take more if he gave it, the stretch she was feeling in her thighs from spreading herself open for him absolutely perfect.
“Fuck,” she agreed, eyes half open as she looked up at him, bringing her hands to his broad back as he rocked into her. “So good, so good.” Heather’s fingers pressed into his muscles, her own grip on him tightening as a couple of descriptive encouragements slipped past her lips. Her mouth trailed the strong line of his jaw with imperfect but enthusiastic kisses, finding her way back to his mouth. It was hard to talk now and she hoped that the way her body moved in response to his was enough to assure him how much she was enjoying this.