While one hand tightly gripped his ass, the other rested at the back of his neck, fingers occasionally applying a little pressure as he teased and twisted, nibbled and sucked. Her breasts were tender, and she knew that after this they were likely to be downright sore tomorrow, any material against them feeling like it was rubbing them raw, but right now she didn’t care. It felt too good, just on that wicked edge of pain that was pleasurable.
Her head rolling back in ecstasy, she didn’t think about her movements, just let her body react naturally; her leg around him drawing him in deep with each shallow thrust, her hips rolling and her muscled clenching around him.
There was a brief reprieve when he just buried his face against her chest and her hand moved up into his hair, holding him tenderly against her even as her hips still moved in rhythm with his. She looked down at his head nestled between her breasts, but he chose that moment to lift his head to look at her, that unmistakably impish smile on his lips. She tried to hold his gaze, but when he thrust into her again her head dropped back to the pillow and she cried out a little louder than before. Wrapping her other leg around him, she locked them in place, holding him right there, right at the perfect angle.
She didn’t answer with words, instead gripping his hair in her hand and coaxing him up for a hard, sloppy kiss. While her tongue explored his she gradually loosened her hold so he could move again.
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Date: 2014-05-25 12:20 pm (UTC)From:Her head rolling back in ecstasy, she didn’t think about her movements, just let her body react naturally; her leg around him drawing him in deep with each shallow thrust, her hips rolling and her muscled clenching around him.
There was a brief reprieve when he just buried his face against her chest and her hand moved up into his hair, holding him tenderly against her even as her hips still moved in rhythm with his. She looked down at his head nestled between her breasts, but he chose that moment to lift his head to look at her, that unmistakably impish smile on his lips. She tried to hold his gaze, but when he thrust into her again her head dropped back to the pillow and she cried out a little louder than before. Wrapping her other leg around him, she locked them in place, holding him right there, right at the perfect angle.
She didn’t answer with words, instead gripping his hair in her hand and coaxing him up for a hard, sloppy kiss. While her tongue explored his she gradually loosened her hold so he could move again.