The sound from her was louder than the others. Not quiet. Not hidden. The specific gasp of a body that has received something significant and has not been able to keep the fact internal.
Her hips arched up.
Her hands clenched the mattress.
"Ngh—ngh—"
The ship settled.
He ground.
Slow. The measured circular motion against her cervix, the warmth of the contact radiating through her walls into the hips that were now — awake. The hips moving with intention that hadn't been present in the sleeping rhythm. Her body joining something without her mind's current participation.
PAH. PAH.
"Mm~—mmhh~—"
He found the spoon.
Turned her. Carefully, without withdrawing — her back against his chest, the covers pulled over both of them, his cock still inside her from behind, the angle of it pressing against the front wall of her from within. Her knees drew up naturally with the new position, the tightness of it increasing.
He breathed into the back of her neck.
The warmth of her.
PAH.
