[ He moans, free arm braced across her stomach, head bobbing in earnest as he chases those dizzying reactions. Gods, she's perfect. Her legs around him and her hand demandingly in his hair are pure bliss. He wouldn't go anywhere, wouldn't dream of it, but being held in place just makes him groan harder, increasing his speed even as the desire to bury himself in her gets louder and louder.
He so rarely lets himself want someone, even considers that he could have them. But he wants her with every fiber of his being, and right now, she's telling him yes so enthusiastically that for once, he can revel in it. He's going to mate with her until they're both exhausted and spent, and then he's going to cradle her to him while she recovers, and the thought only drives him wilder.
He wants to feel he come against him. Wants to feel her whole body quake. ]
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He so rarely lets himself want someone, even considers that he could have them. But he wants her with every fiber of his being, and right now, she's telling him yes so enthusiastically that for once, he can revel in it. He's going to mate with her until they're both exhausted and spent, and then he's going to cradle her to him while she recovers, and the thought only drives him wilder.
He wants to feel he come against him. Wants to feel her whole body quake. ]