[The only thing that feels more right than her pleasure at his hands, is his pleasure at hers. She's still shaking, still trembling when at last he finds his release inside her. Eun presses tighter to him with a pleased whimper, dragging him down even as he leans forward for her once more.
There is everything in that kiss. The aftermath of their arousal, the neediness for more than pleasure now, and a mess of emotions that are so new to her and so overwhelmingly right. She quivers and shakes as he moves still, only gradually slowing within her. Her eyes grow damp, somehow shaken and moved by how different this is as they slow.
Eun clutches at him, not crying, but deeply emotional as Asil strokes her and fusses over her, giving her all of the reassurance she did not know she would need when she'd opened her heart to him. Eun buries her face against the crook of his neck and lets out shuddering breaths as she tries to settle down after what they did together. She has no words, not yet, but neither has she the desire to speak when she could be reveling in the aftermath.]
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There is everything in that kiss. The aftermath of their arousal, the neediness for more than pleasure now, and a mess of emotions that are so new to her and so overwhelmingly right. She quivers and shakes as he moves still, only gradually slowing within her. Her eyes grow damp, somehow shaken and moved by how different this is as they slow.
Eun clutches at him, not crying, but deeply emotional as Asil strokes her and fusses over her, giving her all of the reassurance she did not know she would need when she'd opened her heart to him. Eun buries her face against the crook of his neck and lets out shuddering breaths as she tries to settle down after what they did together. She has no words, not yet, but neither has she the desire to speak when she could be reveling in the aftermath.]