( if the stairs haven't broken yet, geralt thinks they'll hold. but that is somewhat of an alluring thought, breaking furniture with her. maybe they could find and break his bed at some point. he let's his mind wander to that for a few moments before she brings him back to the hear and now when she sinks back onto his cock, burying him deep inside of her once more.
her name is a breath, a whisper on his lips and he presses those words to her cheek and jaw. he's had sex with plenty of people since he'd gotten here but he's different with her and he knows it. there's more than just physical feeling and there always will be no matter their relationship at the time.
she rises up and presses down on his cock, never losing that connection and he savors it, revels in it, revels in her being back once more. it's selfish to be glad that she's here but he is.
when she grabs at his hair and tugs, he tilts his head back obligingly and let's her suck at his neck, silently hoping she leaves a mark or two that he'll be able to see later and be reminded of this. )
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her name is a breath, a whisper on his lips and he presses those words to her cheek and jaw. he's had sex with plenty of people since he'd gotten here but he's different with her and he knows it. there's more than just physical feeling and there always will be no matter their relationship at the time.
she rises up and presses down on his cock, never losing that connection and he savors it, revels in it, revels in her being back once more. it's selfish to be glad that she's here but he is.
when she grabs at his hair and tugs, he tilts his head back obligingly and let's her suck at his neck, silently hoping she leaves a mark or two that he'll be able to see later and be reminded of this. )