She grins to hear him talk that way, loving it, loving the desperation in his voice. She feels it too, it's just been so long since she's felt it for someone who didn't want to use her for his own ends.
Well, other than the obvious. And that's all right.
She pushes up to a seated position, looking down into his face with that Mona Lisa smile. She catches his hands and interlaces her fingers with his. She lets her weight press him deeper still, taking him all the way to the hilt and pinning him there, grinding against him. This she can do, letting just a ribbon of her awareness spill down her spine and connect at the root of their bodies, molten heat that should feel almost natural in this position.
He thrusts up into her and she matches his pace, barely giving him any room at all to stroke. She wants him hard and deep, and right there. Her eyes close and her lips part, her chin tipping up to the ceiling. She can taste him behind her eyelids and pooling in the hollows of her collarbones, long since claimed by his mouth. She can taste him everywhere and he tastes like heaven.
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Well, other than the obvious. And that's all right.
She pushes up to a seated position, looking down into his face with that Mona Lisa smile. She catches his hands and interlaces her fingers with his. She lets her weight press him deeper still, taking him all the way to the hilt and pinning him there, grinding against him. This she can do, letting just a ribbon of her awareness spill down her spine and connect at the root of their bodies, molten heat that should feel almost natural in this position.
He thrusts up into her and she matches his pace, barely giving him any room at all to stroke. She wants him hard and deep, and right there. Her eyes close and her lips part, her chin tipping up to the ceiling. She can taste him behind her eyelids and pooling in the hollows of her collarbones, long since claimed by his mouth. She can taste him everywhere and he tastes like heaven.