At the beautiful need in his voice, at seeing him laid bare with it, Regina slowed her pace and smiled down at him--assuring him, she saw him, she felt him, she knew him, and he was hers. She balanced on one hand to kiss her fingertips and then press them to his lips, and after slid her hand over to cup his check.
It didn't matter, then, that her balance was off, that the altered position meant building her orgasm back up--she wanted it like this, her hand on his face, channeling her love while she rode his ever-stiffer cock.
They were different, he and she. She found her freedom in being nothing at all but a body, any body, and his role in that was to be the only person she could trust to put her in that place. He found his freedom in being hers, however she wanted him.
Images of him bound or otherwise waiting on her pleasure spilled through her mind. Brief overlap with memories of Graham made her stutter in her ride, but she only needed the feel of his beard against her palm to steady her again.
"Neil..." She moaned, pitch of her voice rising as her hips rocked and rotated her around his shaft, her slick spilling over him, painting him hers. "Good... so good.... fuck." Abruptly, she tensed from her abdomen to her toes, and then splashed into orgasm like wine over the rim of a crystal glass--messy, tart, and unrestrained.
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Re: 9/24 - around quarter to six
Date: 2018-11-17 04:27 am (UTC)It didn't matter, then, that her balance was off, that the altered position meant building her orgasm back up--she wanted it like this, her hand on his face, channeling her love while she rode his ever-stiffer cock.
They were different, he and she. She found her freedom in being nothing at all but a body, any body, and his role in that was to be the only person she could trust to put her in that place. He found his freedom in being hers, however she wanted him.
Images of him bound or otherwise waiting on her pleasure spilled through her mind. Brief overlap with memories of Graham made her stutter in her ride, but she only needed the feel of his beard against her palm to steady her again.
"Neil..." She moaned, pitch of her voice rising as her hips rocked and rotated her around his shaft, her slick spilling over him, painting him hers. "Good... so good.... fuck." Abruptly, she tensed from her abdomen to her toes, and then splashed into orgasm like wine over the rim of a crystal glass--messy, tart, and unrestrained.
"Oh. gods. Yes!"