[ there's something so satisfying in the way he presses her against the mattress, warmer than he has any right to be. she feels the muscles of his back and shoulders shift beneath her fingers, feels the solid thrust of his hips against hers; she shifts restlessly beneath him, as if her body can't decide if it wants to squirm away or pull him closer, deeper. heat lances sharply down her spine, spider-webbing down her limbs, and she breathes through it like he tells her to, face flushed with agonized pleasure. slowly, her muscles loosen their vice grip around him, the walls of her cunt fluttering whenever he buries his full length within her.
she's wet enough now that she can hear it, the slick sounds of their joining echoing back at her over her sharp gasps and moans. it feels as if she's hurtling toward the end, spurred on by the rhythm of his movements and the firm grasp he still has on her, steady and unyielding. his name falls from her lips like a prayer, hummed into the quiet of the suite as she shifts her legs higher over his body, ankles locked at the middle of his back. it changes the angle of her hips to bring him even deeper, lashes fluttering open with a sharp gasp as her gaze finds his, hazy sapphire meeting the green-gold of his.
it's okay, she wants to say again, but she can't muster the words beneath the onslaught of sensation. instead, she reaches for him to pull him down into a kiss, hot and open-mouthed. ]
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she's wet enough now that she can hear it, the slick sounds of their joining echoing back at her over her sharp gasps and moans. it feels as if she's hurtling toward the end, spurred on by the rhythm of his movements and the firm grasp he still has on her, steady and unyielding. his name falls from her lips like a prayer, hummed into the quiet of the suite as she shifts her legs higher over his body, ankles locked at the middle of his back. it changes the angle of her hips to bring him even deeper, lashes fluttering open with a sharp gasp as her gaze finds his, hazy sapphire meeting the green-gold of his.
it's okay, she wants to say again, but she can't muster the words beneath the onslaught of sensation. instead, she reaches for him to pull him down into a kiss, hot and open-mouthed. ]