[ There, and she knows she has him, feels it in the frantic way he moves. How near he is, and her own want is second to it. Focused as she is on him, her hand moves, catches him under the jaw where she's got him caught against her and presses him back again. Leaning into him, kisses that are broken up into rough pants of breath as she moves and as gives him the easy bribe of her body pressed in close to his. Her breasts pressing into his chest as she takes short ragged breaths against his mouth. Heavy and full with this, his name is the taste of him in her mouth, he is the way she feels all of her shudder as she sinks down onto him over and over again.
Doesn't give him respite, as she moves without pause, short sharp circles that are deep and catch her so sweetly her eyes shut and it becomes less about giving him this as them both coming undone. Her fingers slipping into his hair as she can't think, can't form the words, can't do anything else but keep moving until one of them breaks first. ]
I need - [ more, her voice is rasping with that need, him to touch her, anywhere, everywhere, as much as he can. Brand her skin with something that isn't a battlefield as surely as she kisses something that isn't pulling him and taking from him, but tipping as much of herself into the cracks of those scars. ] - I need, Miles, I -
[ It's a sharply inhaled breath against his throat as she quickly presses the loud sharp cry, guttural and more honest than attractive. Just the one that would surely give them away before she pulls up. Her forehead leaning into his and her eyes tightly shut. She rocks too hard, too quick, too needfully down onto him. Give, give, give. Take, take, take as she comes, still moving too fast, too fast, too fast. That need driving every pulse and electric sharp current through her, around him, leant into him, curling around him. ]
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Doesn't give him respite, as she moves without pause, short sharp circles that are deep and catch her so sweetly her eyes shut and it becomes less about giving him this as them both coming undone. Her fingers slipping into his hair as she can't think, can't form the words, can't do anything else but keep moving until one of them breaks first. ]
I need - [ more, her voice is rasping with that need, him to touch her, anywhere, everywhere, as much as he can. Brand her skin with something that isn't a battlefield as surely as she kisses something that isn't pulling him and taking from him, but tipping as much of herself into the cracks of those scars. ] - I need, Miles, I -
[ It's a sharply inhaled breath against his throat as she quickly presses the loud sharp cry, guttural and more honest than attractive. Just the one that would surely give them away before she pulls up. Her forehead leaning into his and her eyes tightly shut. She rocks too hard, too quick, too needfully down onto him. Give, give, give. Take, take, take as she comes, still moving too fast, too fast, too fast. That need driving every pulse and electric sharp current through her, around him, leant into him, curling around him. ]