That primal pulse is what's driving her now, her body making demands, her voice urging him on, begging him to hold nothing back from her.
She's never allowed herself to be quite so unrestrained around him, but this time is different, somehow. Maybe it's because she's more relaxed. Maybe it's the firelight and the fact that this isn't some faceless hotel room.
Maybe it's just that he's damned good at the basics, pounding her out of her senses, filling her up with white hot bliss until she can't see straight, can't do anything but hold on tight as he drives her up and over again. She goes rigid beneath him, still rocking back into him, and it takes an impossibly long few seconds for her climax to rise and spread and explode through her small frame.
If this place was still in San Francisco, it would be his neighbours filing the noise complaint.
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Date: 2010-11-08 06:24 am (UTC)She's never allowed herself to be quite so unrestrained around him, but this time is different, somehow. Maybe it's because she's more relaxed. Maybe it's the firelight and the fact that this isn't some faceless hotel room.
Maybe it's just that he's damned good at the basics, pounding her out of her senses, filling her up with white hot bliss until she can't see straight, can't do anything but hold on tight as he drives her up and over again. She goes rigid beneath him, still rocking back into him, and it takes an impossibly long few seconds for her climax to rise and spread and explode through her small frame.
If this place was still in San Francisco, it would be his neighbours filing the noise complaint.