It should be unnerving, looking at her like this, and a part of him still whispered to close his eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to. This was a part of her no one ever got to see, and if this all worked out -- and it probably wouldn't, but he wasn't about to dismiss the possibility that it could, that they could make a life together -- he'd be the only one who ever did. He slid one hand between them, not to bear his weight, but simply to touch her, to follow the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast. His breaths came in a short staccato, punctuating each thrust, though he slowed his pace slightly, intent on making this last just a little bit longer, though he was already close the edge.
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Date: 2011-02-12 06:11 am (UTC)