The hand in her hair is almost the only thing holding her in position when she finally stops screaming, and even then she's still making soft sounds with every thrust of Gabriel's hips. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, and she doesn't care how close to the edge they'd both driven her, could still drive her, she just hoped it was the first of many times.
In that afterglow, it didn't matter which one had chosen, or how it had began, all she could do was try to give her gratitude, thank them for choosing her, for being so good, even if the words didn't make their way to be more than thoughts.
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Date: 2016-05-03 07:12 am (UTC)From:In that afterglow, it didn't matter which one had chosen, or how it had began, all she could do was try to give her gratitude, thank them for choosing her, for being so good, even if the words didn't make their way to be more than thoughts.