( She has to move slowly, the reminder of the cool wind and the sounds of others twisting her stomach in the best ways, full of him and breathless at everything hitting her nerves all at once. Gentle, subtle grinding of her hips which stirs him inside of her and leaves Serah biting back a gasp of desire. He's so thick inside her, every last inch squeezed tight with each slow, slow movement she makes, her own need making muscles twitch against him.
He brings her joy in the softer, sweeter moments, where they're holding hands walking through a park, and in the evenings where he can't keep his hands off her and their clothes end up tossed all around his apartment, but this maddeningly slow, teasing fullness she's subjected them both to has Serah coming undone in his arms, leaning heavily against him and shuddering with pleasure. So she keeps spilling messy kisses against his lips, against any part of him she can find, giggles erupting against his jawline when he mentions revenge.
It's hard to take it as anything other than fun when you're in this position. )
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He brings her joy in the softer, sweeter moments, where they're holding hands walking through a park, and in the evenings where he can't keep his hands off her and their clothes end up tossed all around his apartment, but this maddeningly slow, teasing fullness she's subjected them both to has Serah coming undone in his arms, leaning heavily against him and shuddering with pleasure. So she keeps spilling messy kisses against his lips, against any part of him she can find, giggles erupting against his jawline when he mentions revenge.
It's hard to take it as anything other than fun when you're in this position. )
Mmm... Okay.
( She can live with that. )