[He groans against her mouth as he sinks into her, eyes clenching tightly, fingers curling against her skin. His hips rise to meet her as she rides him, braced against the floor and bed, using his hold on her to drive her closer, deeper. Everywhere their skin connects feels like it's on fire, a desperate, heavy heat that isn't painful but is at the same time merciless, demanding to be sated. He feels her tightening around him with every rise and thrust, and somehow he can feel that same heat inside, coiling deep in his core like a fiery tornado, burning, rising up towards the sky. It's already so intense but he's craving more, more, it's not enough.
With a noise almost akin to a growl he pulls her in and twists them around, setting her down against the edge of the mattress and leaning over her body, driving into her with the newfound momentum of his feet firmly planted on the ground. He dips to kiss her again, hands sliding along her thighs to help her wrap her long legs around his waist, trailing his lips down her cheek, neck, to her breasts, taking a nub in his mouth and rolling his tongue around the sensitive flesh. He picks up the pace, drawing back to nearly his full length before rushing in once more, chasing that fire, that incredible high. He can feel- her, every inch of her, the sensations they're sharing. He doesn't understand it but at the same time he recognizes the feeling right to the core, like it's some long-lost language that only they understand. Him, her, as one, connected in a way they'd never been before. He's lost in it, and he loves it, loves her and how she makes him feel.]
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With a noise almost akin to a growl he pulls her in and twists them around, setting her down against the edge of the mattress and leaning over her body, driving into her with the newfound momentum of his feet firmly planted on the ground. He dips to kiss her again, hands sliding along her thighs to help her wrap her long legs around his waist, trailing his lips down her cheek, neck, to her breasts, taking a nub in his mouth and rolling his tongue around the sensitive flesh. He picks up the pace, drawing back to nearly his full length before rushing in once more, chasing that fire, that incredible high. He can feel- her, every inch of her, the sensations they're sharing. He doesn't understand it but at the same time he recognizes the feeling right to the core, like it's some long-lost language that only they understand. Him, her, as one, connected in a way they'd never been before. He's lost in it, and he loves it, loves her and how she makes him feel.]