[ It's so much, just to have this — to be reminded so vividly of what it's like to be with him this way, after weeks of separation. Everything comes back in a rush. Nobody's ever known her body the way that he does. He's her favorite vice, her oldest habit, the one she won't ever quit, even if it fucking kills her. She's missed his hands on her, his mouth on her, his cock inside her — fuck, even just the sound of his voice when he says those stupid sentimental things to her. And maybe that isn't how friendship goes — maybe that's something else entirely — but she can't be bothered to dwell on it.
A few more minutes of foreplay probably wouldn't have hurt, not after the dry spell of that damn mission, but fuck it, she's done waiting. The drag of his cock has all her muscles tense with anticipation. It might be a little tight, but it's good enough. She pulls her fingers free, feeling for his hand under the water, urging him to line himself up and get inside her already. ]
Come on. [ It's a low, rough murmur. ] I want you. I want you now.
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A few more minutes of foreplay probably wouldn't have hurt, not after the dry spell of that damn mission, but fuck it, she's done waiting. The drag of his cock has all her muscles tense with anticipation. It might be a little tight, but it's good enough. She pulls her fingers free, feeling for his hand under the water, urging him to line himself up and get inside her already. ]
Come on. [ It's a low, rough murmur. ] I want you. I want you now.