the Tale of Sir Isaac

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iamthefirechild:

She laughed again, still breathless, and writhed some more. She could feel him, twitching and spending within her, even as he clutched at her hair, and her toes curled with the sheer ecstasy of it. With the sunlight on their skin, and his breath warm against her cheek … she shuddered beneath him again, dragged into a stronger climax by his.

Isaac released inside of her with a long drawn out moan, breath hitching as his hips rocked down against her. Pushing her head back into his hands and peppering kisses across her face, he moaned with delight as she clenched and quivering around him, her own orgasm fascinating to watch.

After another shudder, she went limp, utterly relaxed against the blankets, hands resting against his back. “I think you’ve killed me,” she murmured with a tiny smile. “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

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