[ He makes his pleasure known through the muted moan he breathes into your ear/against your skin. His fingers flex just a little, just enough to grip you better and stroke you with more eagerness.
Perfection so often lasts the span of a heartbeat, but for the duration of that snatch in time the moment can stretch to the equivalent of near-forever. ]
Yes, [ he whispers, breathless, needy, his own hips rolling in response to your shaky ministrations. The effect of his impact on you is heady, beautiful and raw. ] Just hold on for me a bit longer.
[ Those words are strained and drift off into the labored cadence of his breathing as he adjusts to your weight, shifts his grip and strokes you more roughly in the cocooned warmth of his palm and fingers. Let him take you higher, let him drag you to the peak. When you go over, he'll be right there, ready and waiting to catch you before he gives you more. ]
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Perfection so often lasts the span of a heartbeat, but for the duration of that snatch in time the moment can stretch to the equivalent of near-forever. ]
Yes, [ he whispers, breathless, needy, his own hips rolling in response to your shaky ministrations. The effect of his impact on you is heady, beautiful and raw. ] Just hold on for me a bit longer.
[ Those words are strained and drift off into the labored cadence of his breathing as he adjusts to your weight, shifts his grip and strokes you more roughly in the cocooned warmth of his palm and fingers. Let him take you higher, let him drag you to the peak. When you go over, he'll be right there, ready and waiting to catch you before he gives you more. ]