[ Lighter feels it too, that same warmth returning to her body, its tension supple and wet. His need to plunge into it heightens his pace, taut length driving into her cunt in loud, sweet sucks of noise. It's beautiful, pressed between him and her, between bellies, the steeples of her knees and the crux of her ankles at the divot of his spine. As if this act is making something of him that wouldn't even be possible if not for her. Something purposeful, when he was convinced coming here would divest him of that too. ]
Mm, it is. [ His breath plumes shallow as he leans aside to dapple her cheek and jaw with kisses, shimmering and hot. His nose slides over her face, mouth steadying near her ear in a flickered breath. ] Perfect.
[ It feels strange to him, chasing his own pleasure in someone else's body. But the worry of it is hazy, indistinct against the light of her. He's not capable of worship, but hell if this isn't the closest he's ever gotten since the underground, through the dirt and blood, a trial by fire — he breathes her name against her skin. Once, twice, ardent. Pleasure claws up his spine, closing in around him as his cock buries up against that sweet spot of hers. He aims for it as soon as he's felt it again, thrusting as far as her body will let him.
With a shuddering moan, he finally comes, cock spasming deep inside of her. He rocks his hips through his orgasm, rhythm undone; the hot flush of his release drenches her insides, wetnesses pooling. Holding himself there, he pants quietly, the white hot static of arousal loud in his own ears.
At his side, his fingers tighten over hers, giving her hand a squeeze. ]
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Mm, it is. [ His breath plumes shallow as he leans aside to dapple her cheek and jaw with kisses, shimmering and hot. His nose slides over her face, mouth steadying near her ear in a flickered breath. ] Perfect.
[ It feels strange to him, chasing his own pleasure in someone else's body. But the worry of it is hazy, indistinct against the light of her. He's not capable of worship, but hell if this isn't the closest he's ever gotten since the underground, through the dirt and blood, a trial by fire — he breathes her name against her skin. Once, twice, ardent. Pleasure claws up his spine, closing in around him as his cock buries up against that sweet spot of hers. He aims for it as soon as he's felt it again, thrusting as far as her body will let him.
With a shuddering moan, he finally comes, cock spasming deep inside of her. He rocks his hips through his orgasm, rhythm undone; the hot flush of his release drenches her insides, wetnesses pooling. Holding himself there, he pants quietly, the white hot static of arousal loud in his own ears.
At his side, his fingers tighten over hers, giving her hand a squeeze. ]