[ faster is — better. it's more, in every possible way, enough to fill her head with all the sensations of touch and sound and taste, all the air expelled from her lungs as she pants to catch a breath, a rasping sound that echoes between them as her head tips back against the bed, the long column of her throat telegraphing each desperate swallow.
she thinks that might be all she can take. this bruising rhythm, the tight ball of heat and need that's begun to twist low between her legs, the scent of arousal and sweat and something else flooding her mind — it's all so much, but then his praise echoes in between, and despite how slick and wet she feels, there's immediate awareness of more, a rolling surge of pleasure that's only echoed by his hand as it slips between them, thumb brushing against her in easy, practiced motions. ]
I — [ she's going to, there's no denying that. if he keeps fucking her, she will come apart, but there's an urgency to it now that hadn't been there before. there's a desire to please, to hear him say those words again, that surges in her, that makes her tremble and twitch as her nails dig deep against his shoulderblades as she tries to hang on. ] Please.
[ she doesn't quite know how to verbalize what she needs, but her body communicates well enough that she trusts him to figure it out. to recognize the involuntary as reaction, as a greenlight for more. that's all she ever wants: more of everything he has. ]
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she thinks that might be all she can take. this bruising rhythm, the tight ball of heat and need that's begun to twist low between her legs, the scent of arousal and sweat and something else flooding her mind — it's all so much, but then his praise echoes in between, and despite how slick and wet she feels, there's immediate awareness of more, a rolling surge of pleasure that's only echoed by his hand as it slips between them, thumb brushing against her in easy, practiced motions. ]
I — [ she's going to, there's no denying that. if he keeps fucking her, she will come apart, but there's an urgency to it now that hadn't been there before. there's a desire to please, to hear him say those words again, that surges in her, that makes her tremble and twitch as her nails dig deep against his shoulderblades as she tries to hang on. ] Please.
[ she doesn't quite know how to verbalize what she needs, but her body communicates well enough that she trusts him to figure it out. to recognize the involuntary as reaction, as a greenlight for more. that's all she ever wants: more of everything he has. ]