A Thousand Random Thoughts

location: Home

mood: cheerful

music: Save Him - Justin Nozuka

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Her back bows and her toes curl as his fingers twist up inside her, hitting her just there and making her body hum with an electric high.

Her lips part and a short gasp slips past her lips as she struggles to hold her impending orgasm at bay, hands twisting in the crisp, white sheets as his thumb brushes roughly over her swollen clit. Her pulse races, she can hear it pounding in her ears, and when he brushes that spot up within her again, her muscles clench and release experimentally.

It’s strange that neither of them say anything; no names, no string of grunted expletives (always on his part, never on hers), no nothing. She makes the first real sound when she lets out a pained yelp as his fingers press in too deeply, too quickly; it’s almost as if he’s trying to prove something. He pulls back a little and circles her clit in time with his curling fingers, alternating between light and hard pressure until she arches up into his palm, gasping her release as it rolls through her in delightfully intense waves.

When he brushes a light kiss over the spattering of freckles across her shoulder and tugs her back against his chest she feels as though she doesn’t fit so well anymore. She rolls over in his embrace so her front is pressed up against his and presses a light kiss to his lips before whispering,

“This doesn’t change anything, does it?”

“What’s that?” He asks, absentmindedly playing with her blonde curls.

“Them being back.”

“Course not.” He says, lazily drawing his fingertip up the curve of her spine and knowing full well that absolutely everything has changed.