[ he's warm and pleasantly broad against her, his weight a welcome one as he pins her against the mattress. it's easy to sink into the kiss, in the taste of her own pleasure on his lips and tongue; heat pools low in her belly once more despite having found release not too long ago. she idly recalls what he'd said earlier, about lines between a healthy sex life and him. she thinks she's beginning to understand now, what he'd meant. ]
I suppose I have you to thank for it. [ she tilts her head up to kiss him again, firm brief pecks to his lips, still caught up in the novelty of it. of being able to do so just because she can, just because she wants to. ] Is that an invitation?
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I suppose I have you to thank for it. [ she tilts her head up to kiss him again, firm brief pecks to his lips, still caught up in the novelty of it. of being able to do so just because she can, just because she wants to. ] Is that an invitation?