[he laughs. it's a strained sound, a fucked up sound, just like everything else they were doing here.]
Yeah. Yeah... I guess so.
[he can tell even before she drops a damn thing that she's opted for a lighter approach. not that it really matters, since it's all headed for the same place.
and even when he braces for it, that heat gets him to groan. the back of his head hits the ground as he slides all the way home; he can't remember the last time he's taken someone this slick. though that might speak more to the fact that it was mostly men in his bed as opposed to the minx on top of him now, leering like some terrible tigress.
breathe in, breathe out. they've only just begun but he has to will himself not to come. then she really would call him a two pump chump.
the blood loss has him feeling more than a little lightheaded. he can tell she's being careful, if only just barely. he won't bleed out and neither will she. the realization hits him just then that this was what he wanted all along, what so few were willing to provide. he wants to hurt and to be hurt. maybe they were a good match that way, in a lot of ways.
her lips are red. it's a good color on her, he thinks, as he cranes his neck to capture them. it muffles their moans, stifles the gasps when he takes hold of her hips and starts fucking her in earnest. there's no need to wait, no need to build up. she wanted him, so she's got him, every inch of him that drives as deep as she can stand and then some.]
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Yeah. Yeah... I guess so.
[he can tell even before she drops a damn thing that she's opted for a lighter approach. not that it really matters, since it's all headed for the same place.
and even when he braces for it, that heat gets him to groan. the back of his head hits the ground as he slides all the way home; he can't remember the last time he's taken someone this slick. though that might speak more to the fact that it was mostly men in his bed as opposed to the minx on top of him now, leering like some terrible tigress.
breathe in, breathe out. they've only just begun but he has to will himself not to come. then she really would call him a two pump chump.
the blood loss has him feeling more than a little lightheaded. he can tell she's being careful, if only just barely. he won't bleed out and neither will she. the realization hits him just then that this was what he wanted all along, what so few were willing to provide. he wants to hurt and to be hurt. maybe they were a good match that way, in a lot of ways.
her lips are red. it's a good color on her, he thinks, as he cranes his neck to capture them. it muffles their moans, stifles the gasps when he takes hold of her hips and starts fucking her in earnest. there's no need to wait, no need to build up. she wanted him, so she's got him, every inch of him that drives as deep as she can stand and then some.]