[ He, though, has no doubt about how badly she wants it. Of course she does. She always gets so worked up when they do this, always seems to come so hard, that he has no lack of confidence. It's still nice to feel the way she clings to him, though, her leg curling around his hip, pressing up as close as she can get.
And she answers him, sheathing himself to the limit inside of her. Pumping firmly against her, since he knows by now that she's not exactly the type for gentle most of the time. That would likely feel too emotional, too much like something that this absolutely isn't. If it's just hard, and urgent, and primal, then it's just fucking. Which is all it is. Obviously.
He smirks a little at those words, that moan, tipping his head back while he savors the heat of her. He never tires of it. Sometimes, in brief fleeting moments, he lets himself think that she feels almost like she was made for him, a perfect match. But he'll never, ever admit that to her. That would give her too much power. ] Not as much as you do. Fuck, you're tight.
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And she answers him, sheathing himself to the limit inside of her. Pumping firmly against her, since he knows by now that she's not exactly the type for gentle most of the time. That would likely feel too emotional, too much like something that this absolutely isn't. If it's just hard, and urgent, and primal, then it's just fucking. Which is all it is. Obviously.
He smirks a little at those words, that moan, tipping his head back while he savors the heat of her. He never tires of it. Sometimes, in brief fleeting moments, he lets himself think that she feels almost like she was made for him, a perfect match. But he'll never, ever admit that to her. That would give her too much power. ] Not as much as you do. Fuck, you're tight.