Her tongue running over his skin is bad enough, but the need she voices makes all his lust and need grab the base of his spine and override any conscious thought that might have been traveling down it. His arms cling to her as his hips thrust upwards, taking pleasure from half a dozen more deep strokes in this perfect position.
"Ah, God... remember you asked for this," he murmurs, lips and teeth working over her skin as he works up the sheer amount of willpower necessary to let her go, to even think about letting her lift up off of him. When he does release her, it's sudden and intense, hands slapping against the back of the couch so he can't just grab her and stop her when she starts to rise. "Hurry. Please."
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Date: 2025-03-31 04:11 am (UTC)"Ah, God... remember you asked for this," he murmurs, lips and teeth working over her skin as he works up the sheer amount of willpower necessary to let her go, to even think about letting her lift up off of him. When he does release her, it's sudden and intense, hands slapping against the back of the couch so he can't just grab her and stop her when she starts to rise. "Hurry. Please."