[ It's one thing to know that she'll be tight around him, even though they've worked up to this and she's as ready for it as she'd ever be without some slow, thorough working with his fingers, something which he doubts she would have had the patience for, and while usually he would be happy to, he wants this more. Every shift and careful push, an effort that comes from both of them, slides him deeper, and if she's propping herself up for kisses, he's not going to deny her any of those either. It's all he can do with his mouth anyway until he has another hand free, since he's not about to stop touching her either. As long as it's not too overwhelming, and right now it seems like it's exactly enough.
But once he has rolled his hips to bury himself inside her, muffling a groan against her lips in the process, he's pressing her back down against the bed with another intent kiss that completely cuts off any more of those noises from either of them. Even though he has an elbow propped against the mattress he's not really trying to push himself up much, just enough so that he's not pressing his full weight against her. All of that skin on skin contact feels perfect right now.
Eventually he has to break away from her mouth again to suck in a breath, whether she needs the same or not, particularly when he gives his hips a very slight roll, just to see how it feels and how she reacts to it. All of the tight, slick heat around him is overwhelming enough, but to add friction to it is a whole other dimension to those sensations.
It's not like this is his second time, far from it, though somehow when he's tangled up so intimately with her like this it feels like some kind of first time, even if he wouldn't know how to explain it. ]
Are you ready?
[ Maybe he doesn't need to ask, when she has plenty of ways of telling him that don't involve speaking at all, but that's not really the point of asking. He likes saying it out loud, and he suspects she might like it too when those words are in low, heated tones. ]
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But once he has rolled his hips to bury himself inside her, muffling a groan against her lips in the process, he's pressing her back down against the bed with another intent kiss that completely cuts off any more of those noises from either of them. Even though he has an elbow propped against the mattress he's not really trying to push himself up much, just enough so that he's not pressing his full weight against her. All of that skin on skin contact feels perfect right now.
Eventually he has to break away from her mouth again to suck in a breath, whether she needs the same or not, particularly when he gives his hips a very slight roll, just to see how it feels and how she reacts to it. All of the tight, slick heat around him is overwhelming enough, but to add friction to it is a whole other dimension to those sensations.
It's not like this is his second time, far from it, though somehow when he's tangled up so intimately with her like this it feels like some kind of first time, even if he wouldn't know how to explain it. ]
Are you ready?
[ Maybe he doesn't need to ask, when she has plenty of ways of telling him that don't involve speaking at all, but that's not really the point of asking. He likes saying it out loud, and he suspects she might like it too when those words are in low, heated tones. ]