[ His hands on her hips don't make an attempt to steer her, to control her movements; he allows her to set the pace for them both but she wants his hands on her anyway, throughout, cupping strong enough for her to feel the warmth of his touch through the material of her gown and make her at least partially wish they had stripped everything off so she could feel his hands roving over her bare skin instead. There may be time enough for that later, if this is only the start; now that she has him inside her again she's loathe to give that up for the foreseeable moment if it remains up to her to some extent.
He brings her mouth down to his and effectively swallows up her own moan, their tongues tangling slick together; she's slick between her legs too from how well he'd made her come with his hand, even slicker with his cock in her, her cunt drawing him in like her whole body is greedy for him, and each downward punch of her hips wrings another sound out of her, soft and breathless and climbing higher as her pleasure does.
She's certainly not paying any mind to whether they're threatening the construction of any steps at this juncture, rocking up and dropping down in his lap with a smooth rhythm for now — more fluid at the start while she merely savors riding him rather than trying to chase immediate release. Her fingers slide into his hair and grip, an attempt to coax his head back so she can nip and bite over his throat, suck against the thrum of his pulse, graze teeth across his jaw and taste the salt of his skin. ]
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He brings her mouth down to his and effectively swallows up her own moan, their tongues tangling slick together; she's slick between her legs too from how well he'd made her come with his hand, even slicker with his cock in her, her cunt drawing him in like her whole body is greedy for him, and each downward punch of her hips wrings another sound out of her, soft and breathless and climbing higher as her pleasure does.
She's certainly not paying any mind to whether they're threatening the construction of any steps at this juncture, rocking up and dropping down in his lap with a smooth rhythm for now — more fluid at the start while she merely savors riding him rather than trying to chase immediate release. Her fingers slide into his hair and grip, an attempt to coax his head back so she can nip and bite over his throat, suck against the thrum of his pulse, graze teeth across his jaw and taste the salt of his skin. ]