[ At first he thinks that it's simply that he's overwhelmed. You're his first and this is all so new, but with each stroke he feels you close around him tighter and it doesn't take him long to make the connection with what it is that the tip of him is coming up against and the way you're quivering in his arms.
So, he's curling around you, kisses mouthed against your shoulder, over the ink spread across your back, and softly punctuated by your name, whispered and strangled between his lips. Even as he tries to curl his fingers around your length, his grip is faltering, because the room feels so small, the air too thick and it's all he can do to breathe as the ache builds.
You'll feel the spasm go through him as he's unable to hold back any longer, as he emptied himself into you, the helpless and gasped sounds leaving him accompanied by the heat of his breath right beneath your ear. ]
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So, he's curling around you, kisses mouthed against your shoulder, over the ink spread across your back, and softly punctuated by your name, whispered and strangled between his lips. Even as he tries to curl his fingers around your length, his grip is faltering, because the room feels so small, the air too thick and it's all he can do to breathe as the ache builds.
You'll feel the spasm go through him as he's unable to hold back any longer, as he emptied himself into you, the helpless and gasped sounds leaving him accompanied by the heat of his breath right beneath your ear. ]