[The way Natalie bucks up under him, how her thighs go hard around his hips and her breath breaks against his cheek is all an anchor that drags his libido over the edge. She's goddamn beautiful and though Michael has the urge to stop and just watch her come undone he's going under with her, his hips crashing against her in a rough, staccato rhythm that's all fuck and no finesse.
How's a man supposed to have finesse at a time like this?
He gasps for air against the soft spot behind her air like he's drowning, and for a moment as he comes, that's exactly how Michael feels. Everything in him just gives up; the release is warm and loose and there's nothing to do but let it happen. His body stills but christ, he can feel the slide of Natalie's orgasm slicking down where their skin touches and he wants to take her apart further, he wants to clean her off with his tongue.
Instead, for the moment, he presses a kiss to her bare collarbone. One thing at a time. She hasn't even given him her real name yet and he's not that easy.]
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How's a man supposed to have finesse at a time like this?
He gasps for air against the soft spot behind her air like he's drowning, and for a moment as he comes, that's exactly how Michael feels. Everything in him just gives up; the release is warm and loose and there's nothing to do but let it happen. His body stills but christ, he can feel the slide of Natalie's orgasm slicking down where their skin touches and he wants to take her apart further, he wants to clean her off with his tongue.
Instead, for the moment, he presses a kiss to her bare collarbone. One thing at a time. She hasn't even given him her real name yet and he's not that easy.]