[ the sound of her name has something inside of her calling back to him in kind, a frantic, clawing failure to hold onto whatever sense and control she has left. no. it's more literal than that. she moans her reply, but a rasping and desperate breath cuts it off.
losing the feeling of his hands squeezing her down against him would feel like more of a loss were he not immediately driven to explore every inch of her. his fingertips bruise her ribs too, pulling her towards him, and when they settle on groping her breasts, she picks up the pace of her thrusting, falling out of rhythm.
want makes it erratic. she can't think about a steady pace, how good that build-up feels. she can't think at all. her mind goes white. as a fuse lights in her gut, burning out towards her extremities and bringing an earthquake with it. she thrashes, she lets go of the table, reaching between them to help herself along as she gets close enough to crest.
the grip on his neck tightens too, all thought of caution gone with the rest. it's briefly crushing, even concerning. she cries out while she rides him through her climax. ]
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losing the feeling of his hands squeezing her down against him would feel like more of a loss were he not immediately driven to explore every inch of her. his fingertips bruise her ribs too, pulling her towards him, and when they settle on groping her breasts, she picks up the pace of her thrusting, falling out of rhythm.
want makes it erratic. she can't think about a steady pace, how good that build-up feels. she can't think at all. her mind goes white. as a fuse lights in her gut, burning out towards her extremities and bringing an earthquake with it. she thrashes, she lets go of the table, reaching between them to help herself along as she gets close enough to crest.
the grip on his neck tightens too, all thought of caution gone with the rest. it's briefly crushing, even concerning. she cries out while she rides him through her climax. ]