003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

[icarusalsoflew]

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[larue]

[ His response is in the kiss he offers as he covers your mouth with his, and the press of his palms over your skin as he shifts your legs to spread you wide. When he brings the tip of him to breach you, the weight of his hands over your torso is patient, near-reverent. He's not losing himself in the heat of the moment tonight, or the urgent tangle of limbs that usually happens when the two of you are like this.

Let him show you that coming together is easy as breathing, as natural as his heart beating, as instinctive in the way he fits inside and moves above you. ]

I love you so much. [ That whisper is strained with emotion, and his fingers reach for yours as he sheathes himself fully in your body. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[ The sigh that leaves your fiance's body in that moment is pleased and relieved all at once, like the two of you being locked together like this is, indeed, the only thing that truly makes sense to him, that he's gone on for too long without it. Never mind that it hasn't been all that long since the last time. He can't ever get enough of you, nor does he ever want to be too far away from your body.

He's snug and hot and tight all around you now, and his insides are only pressing closer, like he's trying, instinctively, to draw you in and keep you in place in the only real way that he can given how you've brought him down. ]

[larue]

[ This is how he makes love to you then: each stroke deep and full as his mouth travels to that sweet spot at your neck, the press of his body over yours as he breathes the scent of you in and tastes the salt of your skin on his tongue. The whispered murmurs and the smiles you might feel as his mouth leaves those kisses on your flesh; the pressure of his palms over your own.

There is nothing else, in the moment, outside of the two of you in this room. His attention has narrowed to just you. The way you look, the way you feel, the way you fit so agonizingly perfect against him. And it won't be long until you feel him tremble, as if the force of all that he feels is trying to crawl out from inside of him and hide away in your bones and in your blood, until your name is a prayer that he starts to say over and over again. ]