[ She rolls under him, her fingers curling up under his shoulders to hook in against him. Bring them as close as she can, breathing thick and gasping as he thrusts into her. Her thigh hooked against his side, nails scratching into his back with burning fingertips. Scorring him like she always did, hers - hers - hers. That roll of possessiveness in her movements that was careful as it was destructive. Her forehead pressing into him as she cries out sharp and high where he speeds up, forcing the air out of her lungs as she gives up trying to be subtle ( not that she ever was when it came to how much she likes when he's - oh settled deep into her, breathing her name like a prayer into her neck and they're one and whole and - )
It could go on like this, for an age, she knows, a hand slipping down and grabbing forcefully at his ass, drawing him into her that little bit more, breathing in for it. God, god, god it always feels like too much but she needs - ]
Y-yeah, [ not an answer, because yes, yes it could go on like this, but she promised to hurt him, like she always did, like he always let her and she never backed down before. So she grabs him hard, presses him into her in a way she knows is nothing but distracting for how easy she is to him. Wet and slick and warm. Where he's all needful, then she pushes up to roll him back. Angling him get him flat on his back.
As soon as she's up, she pushes herself up to look over him this time, with her hair falling over her shoulder. ] Better. [ where she likes to be, even if she knows better than to let that on to most people. ]
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It could go on like this, for an age, she knows, a hand slipping down and grabbing forcefully at his ass, drawing him into her that little bit more, breathing in for it. God, god, god it always feels like too much but she needs - ]
Y-yeah, [ not an answer, because yes, yes it could go on like this, but she promised to hurt him, like she always did, like he always let her and she never backed down before. So she grabs him hard, presses him into her in a way she knows is nothing but distracting for how easy she is to him. Wet and slick and warm. Where he's all needful, then she pushes up to roll him back. Angling him get him flat on his back.
As soon as she's up, she pushes herself up to look over him this time, with her hair falling over her shoulder. ] Better. [ where she likes to be, even if she knows better than to let that on to most people. ]