[He felt the wet lap of her tongue and groaned, his hand moving down to grip her ass and knead it as he took another step. There was the couch and a part of him very much wanted to lay her out on it, maybe even bend her over the back, but she spoke again and he grit his teeth, stepping past the couch and over to the dais his bed was on. Steps. Two steps up. It wasn't as if he couldn't do it or that he was tired, but the ripple of pleasure each lift of his foot, each muscle constriction as he pulled himself upward sent through him was just this side of too much.]
There. The bed.
[He stood beside it, lifting a knee to rest on the edge and pushing himself deeper into her as he did.]
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[He felt the wet lap of her tongue and groaned, his hand moving down to grip her ass and knead it as he took another step. There was the couch and a part of him very much wanted to lay her out on it, maybe even bend her over the back, but she spoke again and he grit his teeth, stepping past the couch and over to the dais his bed was on. Steps. Two steps up. It wasn't as if he couldn't do it or that he was tired, but the ripple of pleasure each lift of his foot, each muscle constriction as he pulled himself upward sent through him was just this side of too much.]
There. The bed.
[He stood beside it, lifting a knee to rest on the edge and pushing himself deeper into her as he did.]
Bloody hell...