[ maybe she's never going to be over how easy it is to wrap all of him — this incredible, strong, big guy — around her little finger. maybe she hasn't realized yet that when it comes to him, though, she's just as much of a goner, that he had her from minute one of her walking up to him in the market and licking those flavors off his heated skin. but it's probably obvious there in how she looks down at him, lets her gaze comb over the length of his body reclined against the bed, somehow managing to look both desperate and relaxed at the exact same time. he's honestly one of the best things she's ever seen in her whole damn life.

sometimes she wants to be fully stripped and naked against him, skin to skin. other times she likes that they don't bother to take everything off first, like they're so ready to fuck that they can't stop to peel it away. she'll worry about it later; she almost can't think when he says shit like that to her, his voice rumbling with need. ]

Never gonna be over how good you feel, never ever. [ it's not even just the size of him, although she can't pretend she doesn't love being slowly stretched around the girth of his dick, feeling him exist so snugly inside her, the way her inner muscles have to make room for him every time. sometimes she's not patient enough to wait for herself to adjust, wants to feel him fucking her too much, but right now she sways over him, takes her time in working herself down, rocking up and sinking again over and over until he's fully hilted. ]

Fuck, please. [ she realizes she could do this all night, just straddle his hips and ride him slow, not aiming for anything rushed or frantic. she can't remember the last time she wanted it like this with anyone but him, and she arches into his hands, filling his palms, her own fingertips bracing at his chest as she finally starts to rock back and forth. ] Maybe I'll just... just keep you here like this for me. See how many times I can come on this dick before I can't take it anymore.