[ Each swell of pleasure leaves his head buzzing and his belly tight. When she turns to him, her eyes are wide, dark kohl smudged beneath her lower lashes. He grips her tighter. In these moments, clutching him and whimpering as she does, she always feels so much smaller than him. So much more delicate than she really is.
A low growl escapes his throat. He lets her pull his hand away, following her lower to where she's grown slick and warm. He parts her there, pressing down and rolling gently as he rocks against her. The room falls away. All that fills his vision is her.
A spark slithers up his spine. He spills before she does, and there's a moment where he simply grips her thigh, blood rushing between his ears. Then he's coaxing her along, too—gliding his fingers over her until he hears the hitch in her breath. ]
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A low growl escapes his throat. He lets her pull his hand away, following her lower to where she's grown slick and warm. He parts her there, pressing down and rolling gently as he rocks against her. The room falls away. All that fills his vision is her.
A spark slithers up his spine. He spills before she does, and there's a moment where he simply grips her thigh, blood rushing between his ears. Then he's coaxing her along, too—gliding his fingers over her until he hears the hitch in her breath. ]