Fleetingly, Neil wondered if this was anything like the way everything drained out of him when she wrapped her hand around his wrist and watched him sink into his own head where nothing but she existed--but this was different, had nothing to do with power or ownership, it was belonging. The way she sighed and sagged, head bowing and body coaxing him deeper as she tightened around him with every thrust spoke to a raw sort of satisfaction that defied description--like she needed this as badly as she sometimes needed to be taken with the hunger and fury of dragon fire.
Watching her body slacken to better take him, feeling her cunt clench around his cock--seeing and feeling that satisfaction run through her and knowing he'd been the cause of it kindled something similar in him, settled something in the back of his chest in being able to create something by getting close to someone rather than destroying it. That he could use his hands, forged into weapons by his king, could create something as beautiful as Regina being made somehow whole by his touch...it calmed his spirit.
So he took his time, as long as he could bear it. Pressed against the line of her back, he kept his pace slow while his hands mapped the planes of her body. It was a good position, one where he could touch more of her--sit up a little and memorize the curve of her spine with his fingertips, or press forward again to palm her breasts, trace the curve of her ribcage, grip one hip or the other to pull her in close with a deeper thrust to tear another gorgeous sigh or moan out of her just because he loved the sounds she made.
And even when the pleasure got to be too much, when he could feel his release building, he took his time. Those deeper thrusts came more frequently, one arm wrapped around her waist to brace her as each roll of his hips grew more urgent, and his mouth found its home against the curve between shoulder and neck, lips parted to swipe his tongue over her skin, let each hot breath puff across the dampness left behind as he tried to bring her with him over the edge of orgasm.
Re: 11/1 - an hour before dawn
Watching her body slacken to better take him, feeling her cunt clench around his cock--seeing and feeling that satisfaction run through her and knowing he'd been the cause of it kindled something similar in him, settled something in the back of his chest in being able to create something by getting close to someone rather than destroying it. That he could use his hands, forged into weapons by his king, could create something as beautiful as Regina being made somehow whole by his touch...it calmed his spirit.
So he took his time, as long as he could bear it. Pressed against the line of her back, he kept his pace slow while his hands mapped the planes of her body. It was a good position, one where he could touch more of her--sit up a little and memorize the curve of her spine with his fingertips, or press forward again to palm her breasts, trace the curve of her ribcage, grip one hip or the other to pull her in close with a deeper thrust to tear another gorgeous sigh or moan out of her just because he loved the sounds she made.
And even when the pleasure got to be too much, when he could feel his release building, he took his time. Those deeper thrusts came more frequently, one arm wrapped around her waist to brace her as each roll of his hips grew more urgent, and his mouth found its home against the curve between shoulder and neck, lips parted to swipe his tongue over her skin, let each hot breath puff across the dampness left behind as he tried to bring her with him over the edge of orgasm.