[Slow is amazing. Slow and deep and tight and wet. He sucks air in through his teeth, grunts each time she drops and he thrusts. The motion of her body is easy to catch, easy to match, graceful and hungry and he settles into her rhythm quickly. Her hair spills over her shoulders, down her back, tangles around his fingers and the way her face looks - he can't breathe right.
Or that's the coiling tension winding tighter and tighter inside him, starting to sing up and down his spine, gather at the base of him. One night, soon, he mentally promises her, he'll make love to her all night long, slow and drawn out. But - it's been a long night of denial for him and an even longer courtship. Maybe, just this once, she can forgive him for being greedy for her and his release.
A little greedy. Because as his hips slowly increase the pace, determined to build, not rush, there's one thing he wants even more than his own release. And that's to watch hers.
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Or that's the coiling tension winding tighter and tighter inside him, starting to sing up and down his spine, gather at the base of him. One night, soon, he mentally promises her, he'll make love to her all night long, slow and drawn out. But - it's been a long night of denial for him and an even longer courtship. Maybe, just this once, she can forgive him for being greedy for her and his release.
A little greedy. Because as his hips slowly increase the pace, determined to build, not rush, there's one thing he wants even more than his own release. And that's to watch hers.
If he can hang on that long.]