[ How you can wreck him with so few words is both thrilling and frightening. As such, he's pressing a kiss to your shoulder, the hand at your hip coming to curl against your stomach.
He starts slow, hips shifting against your rear to set the pace, his breaths shallow and weighted. He's gotten a better feel of how you are around him now, and the friction from each stroke makes him tense and shudder at alternating turns. ]
Move with me, [ he whispers, the words a little unsure, caught between an offer and a question even as he presses you both down from the waist up because close is not nearly close enough.
Those fingers at your belly flex, and as he lowers you both against the sheets, his other arm comes about your shoulders. ]
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He starts slow, hips shifting against your rear to set the pace, his breaths shallow and weighted. He's gotten a better feel of how you are around him now, and the friction from each stroke makes him tense and shudder at alternating turns. ]
Move with me, [ he whispers, the words a little unsure, caught between an offer and a question even as he presses you both down from the waist up because close is not nearly close enough.
Those fingers at your belly flex, and as he lowers you both against the sheets, his other arm comes about your shoulders. ]