[ as far as she's concerned, he doesn't owe her one. in fact, she feels like she's the one who owes him. all he'd been trying to do was help someone he'd seen in distress. (although deep down, she knows neither of them are at fault; this place is going to get you to do what it wants you to do. they'd just learned that lesson in a fairly unique way.) but what they're doing isn't something she'll regret, either.
she clings tight to him as he keeps moving, her mouth colliding with his in a hot, wet tangle. she thrusts back against his hips as his movements get faster, her own movements becoming more erratic as the pleasure burning through her goes from being just shy of enough to too much and she starts to get overwhelmed.
he pants and mutters into her skin and she groans, arching beneath him once more and crying out as she reaches her climax, pleasure and relief flowing through her. she moans, sinking back against the bed and pressing her mouth against his cheek and jaw again, her hand tangling back into his hair as her hips roll a few more times, riding out the aftershocks. ]
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she clings tight to him as he keeps moving, her mouth colliding with his in a hot, wet tangle. she thrusts back against his hips as his movements get faster, her own movements becoming more erratic as the pleasure burning through her goes from being just shy of enough to too much and she starts to get overwhelmed.
he pants and mutters into her skin and she groans, arching beneath him once more and crying out as she reaches her climax, pleasure and relief flowing through her. she moans, sinking back against the bed and pressing her mouth against his cheek and jaw again, her hand tangling back into his hair as her hips roll a few more times, riding out the aftershocks. ]