Even as she screamed and moaned and shuddered against him he kept his fingers moving, drawing out every sensation until she was sure she could see fireworks exploding behind her eyes.
She didn’t try to respond to his words verbally, was pretty sure she didn’t have the ability at the moment say much more than his name and maybe a few nonsensical Russian curses drawn together. Instead she planted her hands on the sofa cushion under her and pushed herself up to all fours, moaning again at the change of angle and wishing they had ditched their shirts so she could feel his sweat drenched chest pressed against her back. She didn’t dwell on it, though, as she turned her head toward him as best she could, one hand reaching up to cup the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. It was rough and sloppy, but spoke of all the things she couldn’t find the words to say as she continued to tremble against him, around him, her hips bucking of their own accord.
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She didn’t try to respond to his words verbally, was pretty sure she didn’t have the ability at the moment say much more than his name and maybe a few nonsensical Russian curses drawn together. Instead she planted her hands on the sofa cushion under her and pushed herself up to all fours, moaning again at the change of angle and wishing they had ditched their shirts so she could feel his sweat drenched chest pressed against her back. She didn’t dwell on it, though, as she turned her head toward him as best she could, one hand reaching up to cup the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. It was rough and sloppy, but spoke of all the things she couldn’t find the words to say as she continued to tremble against him, around him, her hips bucking of their own accord.