He adjusts his angle as she does, as they learn each other in this, finding where to press and where to hold. He has the presence of mind to remember to find a position that will let him slide against her clit as he moves in her, above her, surrounded by her, though in truth it's a near thing. Her legs press against his hips, her nails bite into the small of his back, her hand is on his face. He turns to kiss her fingers between harsh breaths, sweat beading on his face, his expression somwhere between anguished and exhilerated.
And then, then, then...he has held himself in restraint all this evening, a matter of habit as much as deliberation, for he is a disciplined man. But that discpline is not proof against her demands, the way she arches under him, the sweet noises she makes. A loud groan tears its way from his throat as he kisses her once more and then gives in, thrusting as wildly and as even she could wish, lost in lust and the giving and taking of pleasure, lost in her. He holds nothing back, cannot, not from her; everything is for her, everything he is, everything he has, and this most of all. There is nothing gentle about it, only forceful strength and heedless need as he drives into her again and again and again, until his movements become more erratic and a there's a tightening in his spine, his groin, and with a few more hard pushes he cries out, spending himself inside her with a hoarse shout that might be the beginning of her name.
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Date: 2018-07-27 11:25 am (UTC)And then, then, then...he has held himself in restraint all this evening, a matter of habit as much as deliberation, for he is a disciplined man. But that discpline is not proof against her demands, the way she arches under him, the sweet noises she makes. A loud groan tears its way from his throat as he kisses her once more and then gives in, thrusting as wildly and as even she could wish, lost in lust and the giving and taking of pleasure, lost in her. He holds nothing back, cannot, not from her; everything is for her, everything he is, everything he has, and this most of all. There is nothing gentle about it, only forceful strength and heedless need as he drives into her again and again and again, until his movements become more erratic and a there's a tightening in his spine, his groin, and with a few more hard pushes he cries out, spending himself inside her with a hoarse shout that might be the beginning of her name.