[ Her hands move from his hair to grasp his shoulders, the blunt tips of her nails digging into his skin as every thrust of his hips sends jolts of nearly overwhelming pleasure through her. It's just like him to push her over the edge and keep going, ensuring she stays breathless, every inhale as ragged as the way she continues to move against him, stubborn and eager in equal measure, though she'd swear it was all the former and not the latter. The full range of ways she enjoys this with him is absolutely none of his business, after all.
Right now, there's no hope of hiding anything – not with the way she's still so tight and wet around him, her chest pressing against his almost as needily as the rest of her, her body almost buzzing from how close she is to coming a second time. The sharp feel of his teeth when they catch her bottom lip only serves to feed into that building bliss, the breathy moan tumbling past her lips inching into a low purr of a growl as ordinarily nimble hands claw and scrabble down the line of his back, leaving marks that are likely soon to fade without so much as a second thought about restraint or playing it cool. She can tell how achingly close he is, the firm press of his cock, somehow growing even harder, stretching and filling her as he fights his own orgasm and drives her out of her wits as a result.
Grasping greedily at his hip with one hand, the other finds his jaw, palm curving to almost cradle the side of his face as she draws back, only to duck her head and run bites down his throat, sucking hard at his skin as the last of what passes for resolve slips away, that second orgasm ensuring that she's trembling even as she works hard to hide every whimper and moan she can against his throat. She goes tighter around his cock, slicking the length of him up with fresh wet as her inner thighs twitch against his sides. ]
100 years later, i am so sorry.
Right now, there's no hope of hiding anything – not with the way she's still so tight and wet around him, her chest pressing against his almost as needily as the rest of her, her body almost buzzing from how close she is to coming a second time. The sharp feel of his teeth when they catch her bottom lip only serves to feed into that building bliss, the breathy moan tumbling past her lips inching into a low purr of a growl as ordinarily nimble hands claw and scrabble down the line of his back, leaving marks that are likely soon to fade without so much as a second thought about restraint or playing it cool. She can tell how achingly close he is, the firm press of his cock, somehow growing even harder, stretching and filling her as he fights his own orgasm and drives her out of her wits as a result.
Grasping greedily at his hip with one hand, the other finds his jaw, palm curving to almost cradle the side of his face as she draws back, only to duck her head and run bites down his throat, sucking hard at his skin as the last of what passes for resolve slips away, that second orgasm ensuring that she's trembling even as she works hard to hide every whimper and moan she can against his throat. She goes tighter around his cock, slicking the length of him up with fresh wet as her inner thighs twitch against his sides. ]