[ Fuel to the fire, all of it, from his movements in return, slipping and sliding and grinding against her, to his sounds and his pants. When she keeps her hands upon him, she begins to feel what he feels through the static of the paint, as if it carries the frequency of his pleasure that crashes in waves back to her in return. She's grinding on him just right, enjoying the contact, the feel of his arousal beneath her, but moreso the strange, pleasurable, and wild buzzing feeling she gets all throughout her body, like coiled copper being charged by a storm itself. When he feels him fast approaching, it feeds her own pleasure, a vicious cycle that encourages more, more.
She climaxes with him, hips taught against his as light shoots up her to trace her own ether lines across her breasts and down her limbs, sending that electric heat everywhere before it crashes right back to her core. Her gasp is wet, a call that ends with a loose stammer of his name, a slump forward accompanied by a series of fine tremors of her thighs on either side of him, aware of the stickiness of their love between them, but not bothering to part. She pants, seated above him, pausing for one second, two seconds... and then leans down to fiercely kiss him upon his lips. ]
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She climaxes with him, hips taught against his as light shoots up her to trace her own ether lines across her breasts and down her limbs, sending that electric heat everywhere before it crashes right back to her core. Her gasp is wet, a call that ends with a loose stammer of his name, a slump forward accompanied by a series of fine tremors of her thighs on either side of him, aware of the stickiness of their love between them, but not bothering to part. She pants, seated above him, pausing for one second, two seconds... and then leans down to fiercely kiss him upon his lips. ]