[ words are difficult, but noise is not. she can give him that in spades — in keening cries, in rasping gasps for air, in guttural moans as each thrust rocks her, the mattress thumping against the wall in time. her hands reach up out of instinct alone, leaving his shoulders in order to curve against the top of the headboard, an attempt to prevent her head from slamming into it, and she groans with the effort of it.
but she doesn't complain. the thought doesn't even cross her mind. there's nothing about this that she doesn't like, even in shades; if anything, as wants flash through her mind, poe is there to give them to her, whether with the smooth encouragement of his words or the heat of his hands against her skin. it's all she can do to keep up, panting for breath, eyes squeezing shut as her whole body tenses in place, an inadvertent attempt to keep him close as her own climax looms ever nearer. ]
Don't stop, [ she's not sure what she wants, or even what to ask for. only that she knows for sure. only that she doesn't want him to stop. not now, not ever. ]
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but she doesn't complain. the thought doesn't even cross her mind. there's nothing about this that she doesn't like, even in shades; if anything, as wants flash through her mind, poe is there to give them to her, whether with the smooth encouragement of his words or the heat of his hands against her skin. it's all she can do to keep up, panting for breath, eyes squeezing shut as her whole body tenses in place, an inadvertent attempt to keep him close as her own climax looms ever nearer. ]
Don't stop, [ she's not sure what she wants, or even what to ask for. only that she knows for sure. only that she doesn't want him to stop. not now, not ever. ]