[ And he yields to you, of course, in the way he moves exactly how you want him to move, in the shuddered gasp fleeing from his lips, the fluttering of his eyelids at your touch, the bitten back whimper, the teeth worrying at his bottom lip once you have him in your hand. When he manages to look back at you, you'll be able to see how you've started to replace every coherent thought he might have. You are, after all, the only thing written in his eyes now.
His hands have moved now, because his arms need to feel the solidity of your body around them, and his fingers need to grasp for purchase right at your back, close to your shoulder blades. It hasn't been all that long since the two of you last fucked, but it has, in his opinion, been long enough. ]
I think you've shown that to me often enough.
[ It is, at least, an attempt at wit, even if it's coming out a little huskier and a lot more dazed than he intends it to. ]
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His hands have moved now, because his arms need to feel the solidity of your body around them, and his fingers need to grasp for purchase right at your back, close to your shoulder blades. It hasn't been all that long since the two of you last fucked, but it has, in his opinion, been long enough. ]
I think you've shown that to me often enough.
[ It is, at least, an attempt at wit, even if it's coming out a little huskier and a lot more dazed than he intends it to. ]