[Her grip on him is fierce and firm, not a restraint but an encouragement- she holds him to keep him inside, so inside is where he stays, moving his body in a way that echoes that feeling: his withdrawals are slower than the urgent thrusts he makes as he sinks into her folds, feeling the pressure build in and around him. He arches his neck, exposing to her mouth as he gasps for breath, eyes clenching from the effort each jerk of his hips demands.
When she sneaks her knee up and her leg to his shoulder he follows her lead, sliding a hand up the smooth curve of her thigh to support her and grip her firmly, using the new angle to buck a little faster into her core, reaching to the furthest depths their joined bodies allow him to go. It's heated and messy and he can feel that burning desire grow hotter and hotter, like a timebomb sounding off from gut to groin. Closer, closer.
He feels her go tight around his length, limbs flexing against the curves of his body, lips and teeth scraping hungrily at his neck. He follows the rhythm of those tremors, arching his hips to help her ride it out, prolonging her pleasure for a handful of extra seconds until he, too, is there with her, bursting inside with a sharp cry of his own and painting her depths with his essence. His body is tense against hers for a long moment, panting heavily, until he slumps and bows his head to bury his face to her collar, pillowed by her breasts and breathing heavy on her neck. He nuzzles close, making a muffled noise that might almost have been her name, thoroughly sated.]
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When she sneaks her knee up and her leg to his shoulder he follows her lead, sliding a hand up the smooth curve of her thigh to support her and grip her firmly, using the new angle to buck a little faster into her core, reaching to the furthest depths their joined bodies allow him to go. It's heated and messy and he can feel that burning desire grow hotter and hotter, like a timebomb sounding off from gut to groin. Closer, closer.
He feels her go tight around his length, limbs flexing against the curves of his body, lips and teeth scraping hungrily at his neck. He follows the rhythm of those tremors, arching his hips to help her ride it out, prolonging her pleasure for a handful of extra seconds until he, too, is there with her, bursting inside with a sharp cry of his own and painting her depths with his essence. His body is tense against hers for a long moment, panting heavily, until he slumps and bows his head to bury his face to her collar, pillowed by her breasts and breathing heavy on her neck. He nuzzles close, making a muffled noise that might almost have been her name, thoroughly sated.]