[ And he watches all of this quietly, content with feeling through the way that you writhe against him/around him, listening to the shades of pleasure/discomfort/almost-pain in your voice, noting the small shifts and signatures within your scent now that he's pushed you even further than he did earlier.
His free hand is wrapping around your torso again, and massaging your stomach. ]
I've got you.
[ In fact, he pushes a little further into you nice, slow, deep and easy all the way until his knuckles, and withdraws at exactly the same pace. There's no need to rush something like this, at least not until you're cresting towards another high beneath his hands. ]
no subject
His free hand is wrapping around your torso again, and massaging your stomach. ]
I've got you.
[ In fact, he pushes a little further into you nice, slow, deep and easy all the way until his knuckles, and withdraws at exactly the same pace. There's no need to rush something like this, at least not until you're cresting towards another high beneath his hands. ]