"Back...knees...rarely toes," she managed between the first snap of his hips and then second, but her lashes were fluttering, head tipped back, hands gripping the sheets (and falling in his finger holes) already.
She liked sexual to be a mutual affair but sometimes, just sometimes, she wanted to be fucked, and it was... relief seemed like the wrong word, considering the ache deep in cunt, and the mewing gasps that came with every thrusts, but it was a relief to find him willing to deliver and not worry that she was too fragile to take it.
When he slowed again, she whimpered, then flat out whined, twisting the sheets in her grip and breasts heaving with each breath she stole from the charged, heated air around them, and she honestly didn't know whether she wanted more of the slow or more of the hard. She was lost in the physicality of it, the friction of his full length pressing through clenching muscles, the heavy drag and slap of his sac against her ass and sometimes hitting just so to add an extra thrill to the pleasure of it, the way he pressed down between her thighs to ravish her mouth when he slowed...
Her name pierced the heated fog and brought her back to the moment. She freed a hand from the sheets to stroke his sweat-damp hair and smiled, sex-glazed, at the question. "Let my legs down," she told him, and as soon as he did, she would wind one around his hips and hook her other foot around his calf. "...finish hard."
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Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
Date: 2018-09-24 04:23 am (UTC)She liked sexual to be a mutual affair but sometimes, just sometimes, she wanted to be fucked, and it was... relief seemed like the wrong word, considering the ache deep in cunt, and the mewing gasps that came with every thrusts, but it was a relief to find him willing to deliver and not worry that she was too fragile to take it.
When he slowed again, she whimpered, then flat out whined, twisting the sheets in her grip and breasts heaving with each breath she stole from the charged, heated air around them, and she honestly didn't know whether she wanted more of the slow or more of the hard. She was lost in the physicality of it, the friction of his full length pressing through clenching muscles, the heavy drag and slap of his sac against her ass and sometimes hitting just so to add an extra thrill to the pleasure of it, the way he pressed down between her thighs to ravish her mouth when he slowed...
Her name pierced the heated fog and brought her back to the moment. She freed a hand from the sheets to stroke his sweat-damp hair and smiled, sex-glazed, at the question. "Let my legs down," she told him, and as soon as he did, she would wind one around his hips and hook her other foot around his calf. "...finish hard."
She'd come, she wouldn't be able to stop it.