Like a bird in flight, before she could get off of of the edge of the bed, he caught her around the waist. Mathilde would not have admitted it even under the prospect of torture, but she leaned into him in compliance and with resistance.
Were they still not going to talk? She did not really need to know his name, she just wanted the way that he made her feel. It was sublime, and she wanted to be lost in it.
In him for the time being.
He lie back, and he slid her on top of him. He wanted her to ride him, and she was not opposed to that at all. As they had demonstrated previously they worked well in awkward positions. Sliding up over his thighs and lifting herself to put him inside of her was not the most easy position, but it was instinct and she did it. Her eyelashes fluttered over the top of her cheeks, as she took in the sensation of being full of him again. He groaned under her and she felt the vibration of it under her, and it added to her pleasure. He must have felt her go limp because he grabbed her hips. She was sure she would bruise, but she liked that. She liked the feeling of having been used for pleasure.
Even if she did not want to know his name.
Later when she was dressed, and more in control she tried again to flee, but he pulled her back to him and kissed her forehead. He was tender for a stranger and she appreciated that. But then he her turned around and lifted her face up to his. Mathilde was quiet as she looked into his eyes, he looked down at her and she gulped from his sexiness and in anticipation of the potential end of their silence.
More Masturbation Monday here:
All that in silence? HAWWWWWT. But also, I can’t wait to find out what he has to say.
Silent and sexy.