Her permission soothes the fever burning in his belly, and the hand that had been about to journey back to hold her still instead retreats to his cock once again. The grip he takes himself in falls in time with the same moment she pinches herself and pulls at his hair, and the sound that comes from him is louder than anything that's escaped him that evening. Its a long, drawn out groan, chased by hyperventilation that is hot and heavy over her clit. Sweat from his face slides to join the other mix of fluids decorating his lips.
He feels the pain spiderweb across his own chest, and his joints grow weak. For a moment, she holds him in place only by the grip in his hair. His squirms in his own hand, dragging a rhythm that he struggles to match with the movements of his tongue and his fingers. Its all quite a lot to keep his attention on, and one is guaranteed to lag behind the other.
Still, he can feel the fever swelling within her, and as she pulls him closer, he sits higher on his knees to allow for it. Deeper and deeper he drives his fingers, straight unto his knuckles. She trembles, and he feels it run down his tongue and to his spine. He trembles with her, leaking over his hand while simultaneously chasing to keep up with every sensation that rubberbands across the bond.]
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Her permission soothes the fever burning in his belly, and the hand that had been about to journey back to hold her still instead retreats to his cock once again. The grip he takes himself in falls in time with the same moment she pinches herself and pulls at his hair, and the sound that comes from him is louder than anything that's escaped him that evening. Its a long, drawn out groan, chased by hyperventilation that is hot and heavy over her clit. Sweat from his face slides to join the other mix of fluids decorating his lips.
He feels the pain spiderweb across his own chest, and his joints grow weak. For a moment, she holds him in place only by the grip in his hair. His squirms in his own hand, dragging a rhythm that he struggles to match with the movements of his tongue and his fingers. Its all quite a lot to keep his attention on, and one is guaranteed to lag behind the other.
Still, he can feel the fever swelling within her, and as she pulls him closer, he sits higher on his knees to allow for it. Deeper and deeper he drives his fingers, straight unto his knuckles. She trembles, and he feels it run down his tongue and to his spine. He trembles with her, leaking over his hand while simultaneously chasing to keep up with every sensation that rubberbands across the bond.]