[The groan her words rip out of him is long and growling and - oh God, yes! She's never going to have to ask him twice and he buries himself deep in her before wrapping one arm around her and using the other to brace them as he switches their position, lowering her backward onto his bed, careful to sweep her long hair out of the way before he sets her down and follows her to press her into the futon. The muscles along his back and shoulders move, stretch and bunch and he moans as he settles down into her, sinking deep and stretching her. The wave of pleasure is so good it almost sets him off and he shakes a little. So good - ]
You feel so good, sweetheart.
[He gives a few smooth thrusts, testing the new position, settling into a rhythm and then he lowers his head to drag his tongue over one of her breasts. And his hips pick up speed. He should apologize. Because he's not going to be able to last as long as he would have liked and he doesn't want to leave her behind but - his body isn't really listening to his mind anymore and she's all spiraling fire and devouring heat.]
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You feel so good, sweetheart.
[He gives a few smooth thrusts, testing the new position, settling into a rhythm and then he lowers his head to drag his tongue over one of her breasts. And his hips pick up speed. He should apologize. Because he's not going to be able to last as long as he would have liked and he doesn't want to leave her behind but - his body isn't really listening to his mind anymore and she's all spiraling fire and devouring heat.]