She keeps her head down for a moment, still twitching; huffs a laugh into his shoulder. "Yeah, um. Wow. Okay." She pats blindly for his chest, eyes still closed. "Hang on a sec."
She always goes a bit nonverbal, after. Sam extracts his fingers and presses down, wrings the last of the aftershocks out of her. "Take your time." Her back is warm under his hand, the faint grooves where her bra bit in. (And this part right here, when she's quiet and dreamy, breathing gone slow and satisfied-- Sam really likes this part.
Sam can imaging liking this part for a long time.)
"Okay," she says after another minute. "Right." She lifts her head and laughs. "God, we always make such a mess."
Sam looks around. There's a takeout menu beside his hip, a magnet by his left foot. Not bad, considering, but--
(The first time, the headboard against the wall, chipped paint--
The second, the oof when they hit the floor and the breath going out of him, Andy whining about her knees and the way she just kept going--)
YEAH, IT'S OFFICIAL, I'VE GOT A THING FOR HIM SAYING "GOOD GIRL".
She always goes a bit nonverbal, after. Sam extracts his fingers and presses down, wrings the last of the aftershocks out of her. "Take your time." Her back is warm under his hand, the faint grooves where her bra bit in. (And this part right here, when she's quiet and dreamy, breathing gone slow and satisfied-- Sam really likes this part.
Sam can imaging liking this part for a long time.)
"Okay," she says after another minute. "Right." She lifts her head and laughs. "God, we always make such a mess."
Sam looks around. There's a takeout menu beside his hip, a magnet by his left foot. Not bad, considering, but--
(The first time, the headboard against the wall, chipped paint--
The second, the oof when they hit the floor and the breath going out of him, Andy whining about her knees and the way she just kept going--)
She has a point.