[Kylo's hands slowly move to grasp at her hips, assisting her in rocking over him at an angle he enjoys. He tries once or twice to rock himself into her, but the positioning simply doesn't work for it. She will no doubt feel his frustration building at the other end along with the pleasure -- when it crests, he shifts on his knees to allow one sharp thrust upward that takes the breath out of his lungs.
Afterward, he presses his forehead to her collarbone and pants softly, slick with sweat. He mumbles nonsensically against her skin, mouthing desperately until his teeth join the effort.]
Good.
[He echoes her, but groans when that feeling doesn't immediately return.]
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Afterward, he presses his forehead to her collarbone and pants softly, slick with sweat. He mumbles nonsensically against her skin, mouthing desperately until his teeth join the effort.]
Good.
[He echoes her, but groans when that feeling doesn't immediately return.]
Rey, it's--so good. More. Please.