( Her breath stutters out when his fingers move inside her, each tiny thrust making her feel like she's a livewire. Clarice shifts again, biting her lip to keep in the noises she wants to make. They have to make the most of their time alone these days and she wants him so badly that it drives her crazy. She's wet, her thighs trembling against his hand whenever he brushes her skin. It's simultaneously too much and not enough.
But God, she wouldn't change any of it for the world. Her sore feet, swollen belly, her hairy legs and granny panties. They're all a part of having something far more beautiful. John, their children, a home, a place where they can be safe and together.
His thumb strokes her clit and Clarice makes another choked noise, this time more insistent. There, she likes it when he presses there. )
[ She often thinks she looks ugly. She's thought she looked ugly her whole life, because of other people, shitty ex-boyfriends and anyone who gasped when they saw her eyes. But to John, she's the most beautiful girl he's ever seen, pregnant or not. He's willing to tell her, every single day, how much he loves her and wants her, without hesitation. He can't imagine his life without her, without her laughter and her sarcasm and the way she looks at their daughter, the way she looks at him. It's brilliant and beautiful and it hurts, sometimes, and this is his life. What he wants.
Moments like these, too, where she's trembling under his hand and he's going faster, pressing harder, making every effort to make her come. It isn't about him.
( It doesn't take long, not with the way her hormones have been behaving recently. John buries his fingers inside of her, his thumb pressed just right on her clit. Muscles clench helplessly around him, her head thrown back against his shoulder. She can only pant, soft and quiet in their dark room. But it's good, it's so good. John always knows how to light her up inside.
And then he does something with his wrist, twists just right and she has to bite down to keep herself from crying out, her hand curling around his forearm, hips jerking as she comes. Her senses are pretty scattered, but Clarice turns to press a kiss to his jaw. )
You're amazing, you know that?
( She's so lucky. It's a little difficult for her to move, but Clarice wriggles until she can get to her knees, leaning in to press an eager kiss to John's mouth. )
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Date: 2018-05-10 03:32 pm (UTC)But God, she wouldn't change any of it for the world. Her sore feet, swollen belly, her hairy legs and granny panties. They're all a part of having something far more beautiful. John, their children, a home, a place where they can be safe and together.
His thumb strokes her clit and Clarice makes another choked noise, this time more insistent. There, she likes it when he presses there. )
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Date: 2018-05-21 08:43 am (UTC)Moments like these, too, where she's trembling under his hand and he's going faster, pressing harder, making every effort to make her come. It isn't about him.
It's all about Clarice. ]
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Date: 2018-05-24 03:33 pm (UTC)And then he does something with his wrist, twists just right and she has to bite down to keep herself from crying out, her hand curling around his forearm, hips jerking as she comes. Her senses are pretty scattered, but Clarice turns to press a kiss to his jaw. )
You're amazing, you know that?
( She's so lucky. It's a little difficult for her to move, but Clarice wriggles until she can get to her knees, leaning in to press an eager kiss to John's mouth. )
I love you.