[ It shouldn't feel so blindingly good when he first drives home, not with how little direct stimulation she's had since her last climax, but it does. Her whole body comes alive, burning bright. The run-off of his arousal had been feeding her, yes, while she'd swallowed him down, and his spanking had left her sensitive. Even now, the roll of his hips drives her into the bed, and even with her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in, she shudders as the messy sheets brush against her skin.
Rey thinks she might come then, barely touched. Her whole body squeezes around him, and even that doesn't interfere with the smooth glide of his cock inside of her. She doesn't have a chance to recover before he sets the slow, drilling pace that plunges him deeper than he'd been before, somehow. It's perfect. Rey bucks and groans under the brutal consistency of his focus, but at the same time, she glows beneath it. Because it's the only time in her life she can recall anyone being so singularly driven solely for her, to satisfy her.
She can't last. As much as she wants to draw it out, she has been too ready for too long to draw it out, and he isn't teasing anymore. Rey's sounds of pleasure reach a fever pitch and she grabs desperately at his shoulders, trying to cling to him anywhere she can grab. She constricts around him in a sudden pulse, as if her body is trying to hold onto him, keep him anchored inside of her.
When she tips over that precipice, she's thanking him. Babbling gratitude. ]
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Rey thinks she might come then, barely touched. Her whole body squeezes around him, and even that doesn't interfere with the smooth glide of his cock inside of her. She doesn't have a chance to recover before he sets the slow, drilling pace that plunges him deeper than he'd been before, somehow. It's perfect. Rey bucks and groans under the brutal consistency of his focus, but at the same time, she glows beneath it. Because it's the only time in her life she can recall anyone being so singularly driven solely for her, to satisfy her.
She can't last. As much as she wants to draw it out, she has been too ready for too long to draw it out, and he isn't teasing anymore. Rey's sounds of pleasure reach a fever pitch and she grabs desperately at his shoulders, trying to cling to him anywhere she can grab. She constricts around him in a sudden pulse, as if her body is trying to hold onto him, keep him anchored inside of her.
When she tips over that precipice, she's thanking him. Babbling gratitude. ]