He can feel that she's close, hear it in the sounds she makes. And it's wonderful. He thrusts harder and faster, tumbling into that desperate, runaway rhythm that can't stop until they both find fulfilment. His harsh breathing and the creaking of bedsprings add to the sound of their moans and cries.
Ah, god, this pleasure threatens to squash his mind underneath itself, and he would love nothing more than for it do do just that. His lips suck desperately at her neck. His hands clutch at the sheets. Yet, after a few short moments he has to pull his mouth away from her skin to breathe, head dropping to her shoulder.
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Date: 2019-05-04 03:21 am (UTC)From:Ah, god, this pleasure threatens to squash his mind underneath itself, and he would love nothing more than for it do do just that. His lips suck desperately at her neck. His hands clutch at the sheets. Yet, after a few short moments he has to pull his mouth away from her skin to breathe, head dropping to her shoulder.