[ the wariness of her own overeager mistakes keeps her restrained and cautious until he digs his nails into her back. she hisses an approval into his mouth, her teeth scraping against his lips as she bites down. heat sparks at the too-sharp contact, spreads through her to add to her fever. it's different than before, appetite mingled now with the pleasant, fuzzy sort of numbness that comes after a satisfying ending.
at his neck, her hand tightens and squeezes, her thumb pressing down against his windpipe. then she settles her weight back on her knees and reaches down to grab him. her grip is strangling there too, reminding him to hold it together as she tries to angle him into her.
for a moment, her hips barely swivel, letting just the tip slip against her cunt. bobbing near the entrance, always unsatisfying. but she can feel the tension squeeze in her as well, that anticipation, that need. she's aching for him. her teasing can't last, not when every last inch of her is screaming out for him. ]
Oh, Ben.
[ his name comes out in a whine. she doesn't mean for it too, and certainly not that name, but it's what comes out. she presses her forehead against his, gasping for breath. ]
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at his neck, her hand tightens and squeezes, her thumb pressing down against his windpipe. then she settles her weight back on her knees and reaches down to grab him. her grip is strangling there too, reminding him to hold it together as she tries to angle him into her.
for a moment, her hips barely swivel, letting just the tip slip against her cunt. bobbing near the entrance, always unsatisfying. but she can feel the tension squeeze in her as well, that anticipation, that need. she's aching for him. her teasing can't last, not when every last inch of her is screaming out for him. ]
Oh, Ben.
[ his name comes out in a whine. she doesn't mean for it too, and certainly not that name, but it's what comes out. she presses her forehead against his, gasping for breath. ]