I am of the North.... [He flashes her a small grin before he gets lost in pleasure again, moving in perfect sync with her. And it wasn't hard to notice how her movements became desperate, almost frantic, she was as close as he was.] Yes...sweetling...yes... [She feels moist and swollen against his fingers and he can't get over the fact how arousing that is. How incredibly erotic it is to notice how her body responds to him. How she gets wet, how she moans and does that utterly sweet thing where she prays and vows everything and more when he pleasures her.]
Now.
[After that he has forgotten about words, about the bed they are lying on, the nebula outside, everything. All he knows of is the overload of pleasure that surges through his body and the sight of his wife above him. The climax is overwhelming, making him lose all sense. One of his hands has found hers and he is holding on to it for dear life but next to that everything is lost while he spills deep inside of her.]
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Now.
[After that he has forgotten about words, about the bed they are lying on, the nebula outside, everything. All he knows of is the overload of pleasure that surges through his body and the sight of his wife above him. The climax is overwhelming, making him lose all sense. One of his hands has found hers and he is holding on to it for dear life but next to that everything is lost while he spills deep inside of her.]