Found my muse today after a whirlwind couple of weeks — it's small but it's something! one of the many thoughts I've had circling — prompted by Cece :)
In fact, I hammered one out this morning.
Don't.
She's suddenly very, very aware just how much Harvey hammered out this morning.
His cock heavy on her thigh, prodding her awake whereas Harvey himself was still out cold, nose crushed in her shoulder.
She needed that — time to gather her thoughts, slow her racing brain, recognize that the soft breaths and warm weight belonged to Harvey.
"Good morning," she'd whispered sarcastically under the sheets before she nudged his hips apart, straddled his lap and he blinked awake with that same enamored look. The grin followed, both impish and shy while she guided him between her legs.
He's thick. She watched her body consume him, all the way down, mesmerized when he pulled out and leaving her wondering how it all fit.
But beyond that, only Harvey can fill her that way — sinking so far inside the locks click into place, the gratification intense and blinding.
She can still feel the rush of warm liquid in her center as he finished, in between a kiss so full and so sure she wondered if those twelve years happened at all.
So her look says "behave" but also lets him know — she'll hammer one out for him any day.