A low sound very close to a purr rolled out of his chest when her fingers ran through his hair, the gentle brushes of her mouth over his face, pressed softly against his--it was a bliss he couldn't define, didn't want to define. He just wanted it to go on, wanted to keep pleasing her...he just wanted.
He was so focused on it, on serving, on the endless, endless feeling that he almost didn't understand for a split second, that she was giving him permission to let go. She kissed him and he yielded, shifted to follow when she rolled off his body and guided him with her, wrapped herself around him...
Neil's hips moved on their own, and then it all hit him in a dizzying rush: her arms around him, the beautiful friction that came when he finally began to move, fingers digging into her hip to draw her closer with every thrust as he rutted against her with his mouth still sealed to hers--just like this, perfect just like this, so he could come for her, got to come for her.
It didn't take long before his big body tensed, his mouth leaving hers so he could press his face against her neck when his orgasm hit him and hit hard. The pleasure was soul-deep as he shuddered in her arms with the force of it, felt endless as heat ran through his limbs and back into him in a seemingly infinite loop of sensation and satisfaction and the briefest glimpse of something that felt borderline divine in letting her have every single part of him.
Things not even his king could touch.
"...thank you...thank you..."
He didn't realize he was whispering it over and over against her neck, not until he twisted his head without thinking so he could whisper them against her shoulder, her jaw, right into her ear as the hand at her hip slid around her waist to just hold on while he drifted in that fading, blinding pleasure, wrapped himself in a glowing, unshakable serenity that left him feeling strangely powerful for how vulnerable he was in the moment.
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Re: 9/24 - around quarter to six
Date: 2018-12-01 07:58 am (UTC)He was so focused on it, on serving, on the endless, endless feeling that he almost didn't understand for a split second, that she was giving him permission to let go. She kissed him and he yielded, shifted to follow when she rolled off his body and guided him with her, wrapped herself around him...
Neil's hips moved on their own, and then it all hit him in a dizzying rush: her arms around him, the beautiful friction that came when he finally began to move, fingers digging into her hip to draw her closer with every thrust as he rutted against her with his mouth still sealed to hers--just like this, perfect just like this, so he could come for her, got to come for her.
It didn't take long before his big body tensed, his mouth leaving hers so he could press his face against her neck when his orgasm hit him and hit hard. The pleasure was soul-deep as he shuddered in her arms with the force of it, felt endless as heat ran through his limbs and back into him in a seemingly infinite loop of sensation and satisfaction and the briefest glimpse of something that felt borderline divine in letting her have every single part of him.
Things not even his king could touch.
"...thank you...thank you..."
He didn't realize he was whispering it over and over against her neck, not until he twisted his head without thinking so he could whisper them against her shoulder, her jaw, right into her ear as the hand at her hip slid around her waist to just hold on while he drifted in that fading, blinding pleasure, wrapped himself in a glowing, unshakable serenity that left him feeling strangely powerful for how vulnerable he was in the moment.