[ It's her presence he realizes fills that aching void. It gives purpose behind the pleasure that once felt like absent release. Stroking himself to find a means to an end so that the day could be gone about. She makes it so much more. Even just the rhythmic workings of her hand, treating him with praise and tenderness with each stroke and squeeze, build him up faster than he could have ever achieved on his own.
It's hot and searing so much as he feels as though she might lift him out of bed with every pull. Her breathy words echoing within him long after they're swallowed up by the kiss. He returns it in kind, hard and crushing, noise trapped in his throat as he savors every moment of it. Carving out the taste of her with his tongue as the rush of auburn curls tickle the sides of his face.
The rhythm comes easy, molding his movement with her hips. An ebb and flow building between them that doesn't require too much focus as it begins to carry off on its own. Spiraling into their mutual want. The hand gripping and plying into the flesh of her thigh drags back in favor of wrapping around her waist. Holding her steady, hand splayed to reinforce her with every grind of her hips. His fingers beckoning beneath her continue at the pace she sets. Though it might beg to go faster, the pleasure mounting feels a tremendous weight looming over.
It's a simple tell when she's taken him close. Crossing a new threshold that feels it might kill him if she stops now. From the shift of his weight into the bed and the grip on her back. Lifting up into her as much as he is trying to drag himself back down. His breath searing in and out of his nose. The world around him feels impossibly tight as it all comes coiling into himself.]
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It's hot and searing so much as he feels as though she might lift him out of bed with every pull. Her breathy words echoing within him long after they're swallowed up by the kiss. He returns it in kind, hard and crushing, noise trapped in his throat as he savors every moment of it. Carving out the taste of her with his tongue as the rush of auburn curls tickle the sides of his face.
The rhythm comes easy, molding his movement with her hips. An ebb and flow building between them that doesn't require too much focus as it begins to carry off on its own. Spiraling into their mutual want. The hand gripping and plying into the flesh of her thigh drags back in favor of wrapping around her waist. Holding her steady, hand splayed to reinforce her with every grind of her hips. His fingers beckoning beneath her continue at the pace she sets. Though it might beg to go faster, the pleasure mounting feels a tremendous weight looming over.
It's a simple tell when she's taken him close. Crossing a new threshold that feels it might kill him if she stops now. From the shift of his weight into the bed and the grip on her back. Lifting up into her as much as he is trying to drag himself back down. His breath searing in and out of his nose. The world around him feels impossibly tight as it all comes coiling into himself.]