[ he can feel the trembling of her limbs, the faint quiver of her thighs each time he thrusts forward, and it only serves to make that clutch at her hip all the tighter. he'll support her if need be, feeding into the way octave slips higher within her moan; he's always sought to please, and any indication that he'd hit up against a favored spot meant he fell into all the more studious a drive. ]   Always so tight for me.

[ the groan that ripples from his throat is dirty, teeth clenching together in attempts to quiet himself as she goads him for the opposite; god, he wishes he could vocalize exactly what it was she did to him. wishes he could hear all those sweet little sounds he knew he could pull from her; the exertion behind panted breaths comes more from the effort to stay hushed than anything else, hand at her shoulder instead raveling around the thick braid draped across her spine, pulling just enough to tip her head back, make that angle of her back all the more pronounced.

he picks up his pace, the smacks of her ass against his thighs becoming all the more pronounced. ]   -can't get enough of you, Harper. Shit, always thinking about this...   [ a hissed breath, a single jar forward a bit rougher in response to the throb in the lower of his abdomen. ]   How good you look, taking me.