[It's all he can manage right now, abuzz with the aftershocks of pleasure, the taste of her lingering on his lips and the musk of sex and roses overpowering all else. He has absolutely no desire to move just yet, not with her tucked against him like this--but if the vines allow it, he does very much want to pull her into his arms and wrap around her for cuddles, at least until he can think clearly again. And that's to say nothing of touching her.....
After being denied for so long, he wants to stroke and fondle and taste every single inch of bare skin he can reach; there's no rush, after all. Does Rosie still think she's not lovely?]
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[It's all he can manage right now, abuzz with the aftershocks of pleasure, the taste of her lingering on his lips and the musk of sex and roses overpowering all else. He has absolutely no desire to move just yet, not with her tucked against him like this--but if the vines allow it, he does very much want to pull her into his arms and wrap around her for cuddles, at least until he can think clearly again. And that's to say nothing of touching her.....
After being denied for so long, he wants to stroke and fondle and taste every single inch of bare skin he can reach; there's no rush, after all. Does Rosie still think she's not lovely?]