( Even she can't manage a snarky remark when being driven to pleasure like this. Or, really, think of anything much at all beyond fuck, that feels good.
Which, apparently, is exactly what she needs. Kate doesn't remember the last time she felt relaxed like this, the last time all that existed was the moment without her needing to drown everything else out with alcohol or the whistling of wind in her ears.
She doesn't remember, and right now it doesn't matter. All that matters is the way pleasure tingles down to the very ends of her fingertips, the way Shin slows down and makes every overstimulated brush of nerves send tremors through each and every muscle. The only things that matter are finding something for purchase as she's left without a moment's reprieve, the softness of his touch which she arches into even as she continues to twitch and tighten around him, legs clinging to his waist and head tipping back into the couch cushion, trying to get space, air. To stop from spinning off into bliss again. )
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Which, apparently, is exactly what she needs. Kate doesn't remember the last time she felt relaxed like this, the last time all that existed was the moment without her needing to drown everything else out with alcohol or the whistling of wind in her ears.
She doesn't remember, and right now it doesn't matter. All that matters is the way pleasure tingles down to the very ends of her fingertips, the way Shin slows down and makes every overstimulated brush of nerves send tremors through each and every muscle. The only things that matter are finding something for purchase as she's left without a moment's reprieve, the softness of his touch which she arches into even as she continues to twitch and tighten around him, legs clinging to his waist and head tipping back into the couch cushion, trying to get space, air. To stop from spinning off into bliss again. )