[ It's everything that he hopes for. The way she trembles, the way she whines, the way she seems to lose control of herself, practiced motions faltering as she gets more and more worked up around him. She's usually so good at keeping in control, one of the most level-headed of their little crew by far, clever and cunning and dangerously competent. So it's nice to see her coming apart sometimes, to see her weak, and vulnerable, and needy. It's fucking adorable, frankly. Not that he thinks she'd quite appreciate hearing it in those terms.
Of course, she's not making it easy on him, though, is she? She clings to him more tightly, presses up her hips to bury him deep, deep in the heat of her and keep him there as best she can. And she really does feel perfect. Like she was made for him, if he was feeling particularly sappy, or maybe just particularly honest, and he's never going to admit a thought like that out loud. Even if it's true, even if she feels so good as he ruts into her, and she's doing her best to push him over that edge, too. And it's working. Of course it's working.
It's almost a good thing she kisses him, gives him something else to focus on. The heat of her mouth, the softness of her lips, and he groans, urgent and hot into her mouth, moans swallowed a little into the passion. His hips rut faster against her, now, picking up pace urgently as the heat keeps building in the pit of his stomach, as his balls clench and burn with the need to come. Fighting his need as he fucks her faster, harder, tangling his fingers in her hair and biting urgently at her bottom lip without a care, just because he needs to vent his frustration somehow. ]
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Of course, she's not making it easy on him, though, is she? She clings to him more tightly, presses up her hips to bury him deep, deep in the heat of her and keep him there as best she can. And she really does feel perfect. Like she was made for him, if he was feeling particularly sappy, or maybe just particularly honest, and he's never going to admit a thought like that out loud. Even if it's true, even if she feels so good as he ruts into her, and she's doing her best to push him over that edge, too. And it's working. Of course it's working.
It's almost a good thing she kisses him, gives him something else to focus on. The heat of her mouth, the softness of her lips, and he groans, urgent and hot into her mouth, moans swallowed a little into the passion. His hips rut faster against her, now, picking up pace urgently as the heat keeps building in the pit of his stomach, as his balls clench and burn with the need to come. Fighting his need as he fucks her faster, harder, tangling his fingers in her hair and biting urgently at her bottom lip without a care, just because he needs to vent his frustration somehow. ]