[ She's unable to prolong their kiss the more he moves against her, breaking away when gasps and groans escape her, choked by heat and pleasure. His hands are slow and teasing to warm them both up again, but her chest rises and falls quickly as if she actually needs air. Between them, she feels his arousal come to life again, thick and hardened, and as his hand moves to grasp at his length to position himself.
Her body sinks onto him with a wet sound, and her arms cling around him as she allows the initial connection to pass with the usual waves of pleasure of having him inside, filling her completely. Another flare of light dances across the paint on him and her, traveling through her own ether lines. Her hips jerk upward and forward, pressing her front to him while quivering, eliciting a gasp to stagger out of her. Eyes shut tightly, she breathes heavily against his neck, body trembling against his. Everything is so slick, sticky, messy, hot, swollen, raw, but wonderful-- she can't get enough of this feeling and everything that he feels coming back to her through the connection. ] N-Noct...
[ She kisses him at his chin when they begin to move, and with his hands at her waist to guide her, she begins to work and lift herself by her knees and thighs, up with an inhale, down with a sharp gasp.
Or moans, or whines, or everything in between as she continues to move and rock and bring them apart then together, tethered physically and energetically. She listens for him and his voice, his calls and his groans, adjusting to his pace and meeting him whenever his body rises up to meet hers. More, she even whispers to him, as if she cannot help to express a want for him to give her everything he has. She's lost within a minute of this, and her hair tosses wildly as she throws her head back for a breathy, loud groan. A full-body shudder takes her with her climax, locking her hips for a few finishing rocks down onto him. In the end, she's left panting, a spent and sweaty mess atop of him, but only in the most wonderful and satisfying of ways. ]
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Her body sinks onto him with a wet sound, and her arms cling around him as she allows the initial connection to pass with the usual waves of pleasure of having him inside, filling her completely. Another flare of light dances across the paint on him and her, traveling through her own ether lines. Her hips jerk upward and forward, pressing her front to him while quivering, eliciting a gasp to stagger out of her. Eyes shut tightly, she breathes heavily against his neck, body trembling against his. Everything is so slick, sticky, messy, hot, swollen, raw, but wonderful-- she can't get enough of this feeling and everything that he feels coming back to her through the connection. ] N-Noct...
[ She kisses him at his chin when they begin to move, and with his hands at her waist to guide her, she begins to work and lift herself by her knees and thighs, up with an inhale, down with a sharp gasp.
Or moans, or whines, or everything in between as she continues to move and rock and bring them apart then together, tethered physically and energetically. She listens for him and his voice, his calls and his groans, adjusting to his pace and meeting him whenever his body rises up to meet hers. More, she even whispers to him, as if she cannot help to express a want for him to give her everything he has. She's lost within a minute of this, and her hair tosses wildly as she throws her head back for a breathy, loud groan. A full-body shudder takes her with her climax, locking her hips for a few finishing rocks down onto him. In the end, she's left panting, a spent and sweaty mess atop of him, but only in the most wonderful and satisfying of ways. ]