[ There's a soft, shuddered 'ah' when you change the angle by which you're taking him, and the hand you've let go reaches up weakly so he can cup your cheek. His body is lined with the tension of not quite knowing how to process how this all feels. Because you are right,. This feels good. So good that he's unable to help the way he shifts beneath you, attempting to match your rhythm with his own. The tables have turned, he's where he would normally have you, and the force of how much it makes him want sends that hand on your cheek to fall away just as his head drops back to the bed.
He would kiss you if he had the strength. As things stand, all he can do is bite down on his lower lip, breaths trembling into the air.
( The tent feels so hot it's become hard to breathe. Still, the way you feel inside/above him is a heat he can't resist. )
His fingers are curled over your stomach. You'll feel the tremor in his touch as he attempts to slide his palm around your torso, as if to urge you you closer so he can rub up against you. ]
Babe-- [ is that really his voice? ] --Kiss me, please.
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He would kiss you if he had the strength. As things stand, all he can do is bite down on his lower lip, breaths trembling into the air.
( The tent feels so hot it's become hard to breathe. Still, the way you feel inside/above him is a heat he can't resist. )
His fingers are curled over your stomach. You'll feel the tremor in his touch as he attempts to slide his palm around your torso, as if to urge you you closer so he can rub up against you. ]
Babe-- [ is that really his voice? ] --Kiss me, please.