[ She has to adjust her grip on him--as fun as it was to keep her hands cupped against his ass as he drives himself home into her, he's not the only one who's feeling a bit dizzy and unmoored. Gradually she works her hands up his expansive back to his shoulders and neck and anchors herself to him.
She wants to savor every moment of this. And if he wasn't going away--she might insist that he go first. But it's the only time they have--and she wants--more than her own pleasure, to make him happy. This cute, wonderful, sometimes stupid man (does he really not know how good he's already doing?), that only wants to see her overcome with pleasure.
She grips him harder and shifts her hips, trying to angle them so that he can more easily strike against both the soft special spot inside her as well as that sensitive nub at her front. ]
Just--keep going. Talking.
[ She slides her fingers up and down his straining muscles encouragingly, trying to compensate: her lungs aren't quite burning, but there's a distinct lack of excess air for much conversation at this point. Everything has to be short and sweet now--including his pace. ]
Faster.
[ She's so wet with arousal from his dirty talk that the thighs braced against his body are soaked with her honey, not to mention the slick, soft noises their bodies make as he slides into her velvet heat. If he does it right, it shouldn't be long before he knocks her over the edge. He just needs a little more encouragement--which she does, nibbling her canines against the lobe of his ear as she squirms under him. ]
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She wants to savor every moment of this. And if he wasn't going away--she might insist that he go first. But it's the only time they have--and she wants--more than her own pleasure, to make him happy. This cute, wonderful, sometimes stupid man (does he really not know how good he's already doing?), that only wants to see her overcome with pleasure.
She grips him harder and shifts her hips, trying to angle them so that he can more easily strike against both the soft special spot inside her as well as that sensitive nub at her front. ]
Just--keep going. Talking.
[ She slides her fingers up and down his straining muscles encouragingly, trying to compensate: her lungs aren't quite burning, but there's a distinct lack of excess air for much conversation at this point. Everything has to be short and sweet now--including his pace. ]
Faster.
[ She's so wet with arousal from his dirty talk that the thighs braced against his body are soaked with her honey, not to mention the slick, soft noises their bodies make as he slides into her velvet heat. If he does it right, it shouldn't be long before he knocks her over the edge. He just needs a little more encouragement--which she does, nibbling her canines against the lobe of his ear as she squirms under him. ]
Hak.