[ He laughs, soft, with a half-roll of his eyes. His lips graze the shell of her ear when he answers. ] I have a youthful spirit.
[ His mirth gives way to a darker, hungry ache when her fingers press to him, glossy nails gleaming. He takes one into his mouth, tasting her. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. He doesn't make her wait, though; between how wet she is and how hard he is, he sinks inside her with ease before long.
His breath stutters. He grips her with one hand, and the other wraps around her bedpost, or just the nearest solid thing he can grab. He's looking down at her, letting some of his weight settle atop as he rocks against her. ]
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[ His mirth gives way to a darker, hungry ache when her fingers press to him, glossy nails gleaming. He takes one into his mouth, tasting her. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. He doesn't make her wait, though; between how wet she is and how hard he is, he sinks inside her with ease before long.
His breath stutters. He grips her with one hand, and the other wraps around her bedpost, or just the nearest solid thing he can grab. He's looking down at her, letting some of his weight settle atop as he rocks against her. ]