[ he'll never get used to the way such harsh curses fall from prettied lips; it wasn't that she presented herself as some flowery-soft, fragile girl, actually quite the opposite. but it's the knowing that he's the only one who gets to see her this way— or, at least, a more possessive nook of his mind hopes so, that sets him off. ]
Yeah? Keep talking to me. [ tone just as shaky. maybe eventually he'll get the hang of this: asserting himself, being a bit more steady and aggressive. girls liked that, didn't they? all in due time. another few strokes, and he's slipping the condom into place, aligning himself again.
hand shifts from her hip to press at the lower of her back, accentuating that luscious curve even further for him, the other still steadied at her shoulder where he keeps shirt ridden up, and with a slight crook of his knees he's able to sheathe himself inside, groaning low and gravely in the bed of his chest. ]
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Yeah? Keep talking to me. [ tone just as shaky. maybe eventually he'll get the hang of this: asserting himself, being a bit more steady and aggressive. girls liked that, didn't they? all in due time. another few strokes, and he's slipping the condom into place, aligning himself again.
hand shifts from her hip to press at the lower of her back, accentuating that luscious curve even further for him, the other still steadied at her shoulder where he keeps shirt ridden up, and with a slight crook of his knees he's able to sheathe himself inside, groaning low and gravely in the bed of his chest. ]