#thatchella

even just one of his fingers is so much thicker than her own, when he slides that second one in the stretch makes her legs tremble. her hands are on his chest, nails digging into his skin as his fingers curl inside her. she's close, it's only been a few short minutes and she's closer than she's ever been with a partner before. she's vaguely aware that she's whining something, pleading maybe, but she doesn't know what words she's actually saying, if they're even words at all.

his lips trail down her chest, the wet heat of his mouth around her nipple in combination with his fingers is almost too much. and then his thumb presses into her clit and pushes her over the edge been uncomfortably teetering on.

she's moaning, back arched, toes and fingers curling, scratching red lines into his chest. and when her world stops spinning she realizes that Thatch is sweetly kissing her forehead.

"how did you.." she's still breathless, her voice slightly hoarse from the volume of her unrestrained moans. "..can you do that again?"

and he does

she taps out after the second orgasm. she's never had two in one sitting before. and she feels so bad that she couldn't keep up. she wants Thatch to finish, but she barely has the energy to jerk him off, so he puts his hand over hers and helps her, and then she promptly falls asleep as soon as he cums.