As she came around him, he keeps driving into her -- pumping his hips forward and pulling hers back with his full strength, slamming himself into her from tip to root on each thrust like he's trying to split her in half, making her rear smack against his hips. As much as he'd like to claim he's driving into her like that because he knew that was exactly what she wants, the truth is that there's no conscious thought behind it. It's all raw desire and need and pleasure, with every iota of his being demanding he keep this girl screaming and shaking and ecstatic.
But despite those powerful efforts and probably both of their desires, Nat can't orgasm forever... or if she can, this isn't when it's going to happen anyway! When she stopped squeezing quite so tight around him, his thrusts finally slowed, till his motions were more sweet and soothing that painfully intense. She needs to catch her breath, and he needs to try to spark conscious thought in his brain again.
She shifts, and his hands stroke up her sides, caressing her back on the way back down just for the pleasure of feeling her skin and the play of the muscles beneath it. God, she mixes athletic and curvy in just the right ways to push every button he has, and now that he's seen her naked he's never, ever going to be able to ignore that truth again. Rationally, he knows something will make them have to stop eventually, but in this moment, he wants nothing more than to just keep making love to her forever.
Then she starts to move, and it's beyond incredible. The motion of her body around him gets a sudden "Fuck!" out of him, before he throws his head back and lets out a cry that's much more wordless. Only pure willpower is keeping him contained right now, and her motions very much threaten to overwhelm it.
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Date: 2025-05-29 03:21 am (UTC)But despite those powerful efforts and probably both of their desires, Nat can't orgasm forever... or if she can, this isn't when it's going to happen anyway! When she stopped squeezing quite so tight around him, his thrusts finally slowed, till his motions were more sweet and soothing that painfully intense. She needs to catch her breath, and he needs to try to spark conscious thought in his brain again.
She shifts, and his hands stroke up her sides, caressing her back on the way back down just for the pleasure of feeling her skin and the play of the muscles beneath it. God, she mixes athletic and curvy in just the right ways to push every button he has, and now that he's seen her naked he's never, ever going to be able to ignore that truth again. Rationally, he knows something will make them have to stop eventually, but in this moment, he wants nothing more than to just keep making love to her forever.
Then she starts to move, and it's beyond incredible. The motion of her body around him gets a sudden "Fuck!" out of him, before he throws his head back and lets out a cry that's much more wordless. Only pure willpower is keeping him contained right now, and her motions very much threaten to overwhelm it.