[She’s suddenly very grateful that she has her knee on the bed to stabilize her. She breaks the kiss with a soft whine, her forehead pressing against his as her eyes squeeze shut.

It’s not just the motions themselves— it’s firmly intertwined with the idea of who she’s with right now. And she doesn’t mind being weak for him.

Her movements only falter for a moment, thumb brushing over the different ridges in his shaft all the way up to the head, where she’s most gentle with him.]