Just like the time before, she follows his instruction and takes a slow breath out, the little hitch inevitable with the movement and her body protesting the movements. Her thighs ache, her core feels full and empty all at once, and she feels - the mess with an unsure squirm.
At least there will be no doubt they had both done their duty.
His gaze falls on her and she - feels her cheeks warm up, as the brief glance down reminds her that she is covered in kiss marks, the grip of his fingers, and that the warmth of her embarrassment flushes pink down to the tops of her breasts. It doesn't go away as with such casualness when he strides about naked as the day he is born. Torn between hiding her gaze and just staring. He is her husband, comes the desperate reasoning, surely she is allowed to look. Instead, settling for little furtive looks as he goes about cleaning up, feeling the shiver against the cooler morning air. Not as cold as home, but cooler in his absence.
But he comes back, and she pushes up on her elbows to try and help him. Unsure if she should get up or stay still, but waiting for his cue. How did they do these things here?
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At least there will be no doubt they had both done their duty.
His gaze falls on her and she - feels her cheeks warm up, as the brief glance down reminds her that she is covered in kiss marks, the grip of his fingers, and that the warmth of her embarrassment flushes pink down to the tops of her breasts. It doesn't go away as with such casualness when he strides about naked as the day he is born. Torn between hiding her gaze and just staring. He is her husband, comes the desperate reasoning, surely she is allowed to look. Instead, settling for little furtive looks as he goes about cleaning up, feeling the shiver against the cooler morning air. Not as cold as home, but cooler in his absence.
But he comes back, and she pushes up on her elbows to try and help him. Unsure if she should get up or stay still, but waiting for his cue. How did they do these things here?