[And he'll match you, just like that, for the next few moments as his body's adjusting to the rhythm and rhyme of your coming together, of what it's like to have someone moving inside of him once again, after so long.
It isn't too long, though, before the tension's building between his legs, and the heat's eating at his good sense and his control. That shift becomes obvious in how he starts to moan against your ear or against your mouth, and in the increasingly shattered look on his face. It's matched, as well, by the death grip he has on the bed sheets, and the way his hips are rising up against yours in small, helpless little jerks.]
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It isn't too long, though, before the tension's building between his legs, and the heat's eating at his good sense and his control. That shift becomes obvious in how he starts to moan against your ear or against your mouth, and in the increasingly shattered look on his face. It's matched, as well, by the death grip he has on the bed sheets, and the way his hips are rising up against yours in small, helpless little jerks.]