[ he keeps fucking her and dorothy doesn't manage to catch her breath, doesn't manage to stay or grow more quiet because every thrust drags another moan from her, prolonging her pleasure until it becomes close to too much, almost unbearable in a way that's utterly perfect, her fingers digging tight into his back.
she wanted to see him come, but she barely manages to keep her eyes open when he does, attention pulled from him by her own pleasure, the sensory overload he's provoking.
still, she catches his expression. feels him stilling inside her a split second before his cock jerks and he spills. ]
[ It takes him a while to come down, riding the rush of orgasm, buried deep inside Dorothy, mind spinning, breathing difficult. He shivers, moans, and pulls back only after a while, rolling over to his back next to Dorothy, the sheets sticking to his sweaty skin.
He stares at the ceiling, allowing himself some time for his breathing to return to normal. Without thought, he drops a hand to Dorothy's thigh, thumb moving back and forth over her skin after he pulls it a little closer, curving over his own legs. ]
[ she shivers a little, too, having swallowed a noise of protest when he's rolled onto his back, at the loss of contact. she's not the kind of girl who wants or needs cuddles after sex. she's not. she's the kind of girl who'd just as soon grab her clothes and get out.
except she's feeling too sated and warm to move right now and his hand on her thigh is heavy and really, she doesn't feel like dislodging it. she'll get up eventually. for now, she tips her head to the side until it hits john's upper arm. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2018-02-12 08:22 pm (UTC)she wanted to see him come, but she barely manages to keep her eyes open when he does, attention pulled from him by her own pleasure, the sensory overload he's provoking.
still, she catches his expression. feels him stilling inside her a split second before his cock jerks and he spills. ]
Fuck.
[ that's hot. ]
no subject
Date: 2018-02-14 09:49 am (UTC)He stares at the ceiling, allowing himself some time for his breathing to return to normal. Without thought, he drops a hand to Dorothy's thigh, thumb moving back and forth over her skin after he pulls it a little closer, curving over his own legs. ]
All right?
no subject
Date: 2018-03-12 09:52 pm (UTC)[ she shivers a little, too, having swallowed a noise of protest when he's rolled onto his back, at the loss of contact. she's not the kind of girl who wants or needs cuddles after sex. she's not. she's the kind of girl who'd just as soon grab her clothes and get out.
except she's feeling too sated and warm to move right now and his hand on her thigh is heavy and really, she doesn't feel like dislodging it. she'll get up eventually. for now, she tips her head to the side until it hits john's upper arm. ]