❪ there's a distant part of him that registers her words, but beneath them all he hears is the undertones of edging, instigating, something he's got a feeling she knows how play all too well. but he doesn't mind, not when her legs give that little telltale tremble around his hips and she clutches those fingers into his flannel; even if she wants to run her mouth, her body will tell him all he needs to hear.
for a moment he keeps himself there, nice and deep, and savor in the way she looks just then: eyes half-mast and glazed over, those plump, glossy lips sure as hell conjuring up some ideas of where they might be of more use than taunting him as they are now. ❫
Mmh—somethin' like that. ❪ and whatever semblance of patience he'd had left dissipates, setting a rhythm against her petite body that's bruising from the start. he's not worried about being gentle with her, and from what he's gathered already, it doesn't seem like she quite wants him to be. hips withdraw only to send himself fully back inside, rutting her harshly up against those bricks, shallow strokes enabling him to use strength just as much as he can a building speed. it takes everything in him not to bury his nose into the crook of her neck, but he wants to watch that kittenish look break apart while he fucks her, teeth securing into his lower lip.
any fraction of a thought he might've given prior to the fact that there were still plenty of people back at that orientation is gone, one hand keeping her hoisted up against him with a hook beneath her thigh while the other loses itself in her hair, gathering a fist fill to keep her eyes right where they are with his. he gives a particularly rough snap of his hips, a near growl rumbling up from the bed of his chest. ❫
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for a moment he keeps himself there, nice and deep, and savor in the way she looks just then: eyes half-mast and glazed over, those plump, glossy lips sure as hell conjuring up some ideas of where they might be of more use than taunting him as they are now. ❫
Mmh—somethin' like that. ❪ and whatever semblance of patience he'd had left dissipates, setting a rhythm against her petite body that's bruising from the start. he's not worried about being gentle with her, and from what he's gathered already, it doesn't seem like she quite wants him to be. hips withdraw only to send himself fully back inside, rutting her harshly up against those bricks, shallow strokes enabling him to use strength just as much as he can a building speed. it takes everything in him not to bury his nose into the crook of her neck, but he wants to watch that kittenish look break apart while he fucks her, teeth securing into his lower lip.
any fraction of a thought he might've given prior to the fact that there were still plenty of people back at that orientation is gone, one hand keeping her hoisted up against him with a hook beneath her thigh while the other loses itself in her hair, gathering a fist fill to keep her eyes right where they are with his. he gives a particularly rough snap of his hips, a near growl rumbling up from the bed of his chest. ❫
So tight, baby. Y'like that?