She pulls Les closer, and he groans as he slides even deeper inside of her, as he is engulfed by her scent and warmed skin when she closes her arms around his back, hugging him tight. He bends his head forward to kiss her mouth, teasing his tongue inside, tasting her lips. He kisses her as he moves in and out of her in a smooth quick pace. He loves how good she feels around him, but it's better than that. More than that. It's her. He wants her. But he doesn't even simply want to sleep with her anymore because why else would he be thinking about her taking him swimming, taking him deep into the ocean. He wouldn't be toying with the notion of calling her all the time, of thinking about her when she's not around. He wants more from her, something else, but he doesn't know what exactly, doesn't know how to just ask.
But Les knows how to do this, how to make her feel as good as possible. His breath has gone ragged from the movement of their bodies, but he lifts his hand under her, cuffing the back of her knee to press her leg open a little more, to fit himself even closer. He uses his hips to thrust inside of her harder, his lips parting in a gasp at the contact. "Yeah. God yes," he huffs in a breathless rush of air, as he continues to press into her in a rhythm, thinking he could get used to this. Thinking that he is getting used to being with her.
Even if it's just a casual deal between them. Even if he's been with others since he's met her. None of that seems to matter. No one else makes him feel like this. No one makes him desperate to come back for more. No strings or not, April is different. He knows because he feels the way he responds to her, because he loves the look on her face while they do this, like he is all she needs right now, and there's something about that idea that he wants to be true.
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But Les knows how to do this, how to make her feel as good as possible. His breath has gone ragged from the movement of their bodies, but he lifts his hand under her, cuffing the back of her knee to press her leg open a little more, to fit himself even closer. He uses his hips to thrust inside of her harder, his lips parting in a gasp at the contact. "Yeah. God yes," he huffs in a breathless rush of air, as he continues to press into her in a rhythm, thinking he could get used to this. Thinking that he is getting used to being with her.
Even if it's just a casual deal between them. Even if he's been with others since he's met her. None of that seems to matter. No one else makes him feel like this. No one makes him desperate to come back for more. No strings or not, April is different. He knows because he feels the way he responds to her, because he loves the look on her face while they do this, like he is all she needs right now, and there's something about that idea that he wants to be true.