[ the kiss is desperate, messy, her back arching up off the mattress to meet the press of his body as if she could meld them together somehow, as if he isn't as close as he could possibly be. it's still so new and foreign—the closeness, the intimacy, the fact that he's the first to ever see her this way; the fact that he still remains in spite of all her flaws laid bare beneath him. her heels knock lightly against his back as his pace quickens and he reaches deeper, head thrown back against the pillow with a ragged moan, higher in pitch before it melts into a desperate sob. she's close—something that she can't exactly identify but knows that she can only achieve with him.
she's caught between wanting this moment to stretch on forever and finding completion, but her body makes the choice for her, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of his cock buried so deep and the sweet friction against her clit. she cries out softly, the way he says her name washing over her like a gentle caress as her body goes taut beneath him, fingers slipping over the slick skin of his shoulders and back before tangling into his hair. her inner muscles seize up around him, clenching down around his cock like she wants nothing more than to keep him right where he is, hips stuttering against his as if still determined to meet his thrusts. ]
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she's caught between wanting this moment to stretch on forever and finding completion, but her body makes the choice for her, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of his cock buried so deep and the sweet friction against her clit. she cries out softly, the way he says her name washing over her like a gentle caress as her body goes taut beneath him, fingers slipping over the slick skin of his shoulders and back before tangling into his hair. her inner muscles seize up around him, clenching down around his cock like she wants nothing more than to keep him right where he is, hips stuttering against his as if still determined to meet his thrusts. ]