Just like that, [ Rosie breathes out as he writhes. ] I want- all of it- [ He kisses her like a man starved as he comes and it's so much hotter than it has any right to be. Her kisses are just as needy, desperate, and sloppy because she wants him to feel good as he can. She's all tingly and satisfied (for now) from her own orgasm and content to stay right where she is. However, clarity will take over before long.
Rosie couldn't say what an afterglow is for because she's experienced them only a handful of times in her long life. Her vines start to recede though to give him a bit more movement. The roses along them - deep red now with yellow fringes - shut or shed their petals onto the bed below.
She should probably move off him, really, but jelly limbs. Also, she just... She's allowing a small moment of indulgence, maybe, as even once she breaks the kiss she lays against him. Neck tucked against his neck, fingers still on his chest, and finally moving off his lap. It's a nice moment while it lasts. ]
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Rosie couldn't say what an afterglow is for because she's experienced them only a handful of times in her long life. Her vines start to recede though to give him a bit more movement. The roses along them - deep red now with yellow fringes - shut or shed their petals onto the bed below.
She should probably move off him, really, but jelly limbs. Also, she just... She's allowing a small moment of indulgence, maybe, as even once she breaks the kiss she lays against him. Neck tucked against his neck, fingers still on his chest, and finally moving off his lap. It's a nice moment while it lasts. ]
So that... That was definitely something.