[ Jane looks like she's burning, flushed red as she is from her hairline all the way down to her breasts. Her eyes are closed so she can just focus on the sensations of ohgodohgodohgodYES just like that---
She thought she might want it soft and gentle at first, after what she'd, they'd just been through, but she realizes she doesn't. That's too ghostly, too soft, too ethereal. She wants it to feel real, and hard, and when he starts to rock harder and faster she moans without even realizing it. Her crimson painted nails rake down his back; not enough to break the skin, or do actual damage, but enough for him to feel it. Enough to leave some long, albeit temporary, red marks down his back. She wants him to feel it too, she wants him to know that she's real and she's here and she wants him to feel every bit of her. Her breath is warm and quick, almost heaving. ]
Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes, baby! Harder! Come on! [ She grinds against him a little in between thrusts. The pleasurable, tingling tension builds; it feels like it's spreading from her groin all the way up to her stomach and through her body. Her dark hair is spread out around her on the bed, and when he thrusts again, she makes a noise again, halfway between a noise and a grunt. Maybe she'll be embarrassed later by how loud she's being, wondering if anyone can hear her; or maybe she won't even care, just happy to be together again, entwined in each other's arms. But her brain can't think on that level right now. Her brain doesn't feel like part of the equation at all. Her body and, more importantly, her heart are calling the shots right now.
Jesse doesn't need to worry. Her body might also call the shots later when it's driving her into someone else's arms, like he knows it eventually will, but her heart will only ever be for him. ]
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She thought she might want it soft and gentle at first, after what she'd, they'd just been through, but she realizes she doesn't. That's too ghostly, too soft, too ethereal. She wants it to feel real, and hard, and when he starts to rock harder and faster she moans without even realizing it. Her crimson painted nails rake down his back; not enough to break the skin, or do actual damage, but enough for him to feel it. Enough to leave some long, albeit temporary, red marks down his back. She wants him to feel it too, she wants him to know that she's real and she's here and she wants him to feel every bit of her. Her breath is warm and quick, almost heaving. ]
Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes, baby! Harder! Come on! [ She grinds against him a little in between thrusts. The pleasurable, tingling tension builds; it feels like it's spreading from her groin all the way up to her stomach and through her body. Her dark hair is spread out around her on the bed, and when he thrusts again, she makes a noise again, halfway between a noise and a grunt. Maybe she'll be embarrassed later by how loud she's being, wondering if anyone can hear her; or maybe she won't even care, just happy to be together again, entwined in each other's arms. But her brain can't think on that level right now. Her brain doesn't feel like part of the equation at all. Her body and, more importantly, her heart are calling the shots right now.
Jesse doesn't need to worry. Her body might also call the shots later when it's driving her into someone else's arms, like he knows it eventually will, but her heart will only ever be for him. ]