[ That's a soft and helpless noise once you move to hold him in place. Your fiancee's head tosses back against the cushion, eyes sliding shut yet again as he scrambles for some semblance of control. It's difficult, wrestling with one's own instincts.
Trapped is precisely what your boy feels like now. Trapped and wrapped up in too much of everything, hot and beyond bothered, stripped down and vulnerable. You're the only thing that could possibly make him feel better, which would explain that sigh of relief you end up swallowing once your lips meet, and the way he had already opened his mouth to welcome yours once he registered the fact that you were going to kiss him.
It shouldn't come as any surprise that he has to break away first, and what little relief he felt at being able to quench his thirst for you gets swallowed up only too quickly by the fire in his lungs, his heart, his gut and his brain. ]
Please fuck me.
[ Breathless, hushed, and begging: the notes of his need are in his voice and in his eyes. Please see how he's trying to hold still for you now, and how that effort alone is starting to join that ever growing list of things that are currently undoing him at the seams. ]
Do whatever you want to me, but please...
[ Promise him that you'll fuck him, and he'll try his damned best to hold on to it as you torment/tease/pleasure him at your leisure. ]
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[ That's a soft and helpless noise once you move to hold him in place. Your fiancee's head tosses back against the cushion, eyes sliding shut yet again as he scrambles for some semblance of control. It's difficult, wrestling with one's own instincts.
Trapped is precisely what your boy feels like now. Trapped and wrapped up in too much of everything, hot and beyond bothered, stripped down and vulnerable. You're the only thing that could possibly make him feel better, which would explain that sigh of relief you end up swallowing once your lips meet, and the way he had already opened his mouth to welcome yours once he registered the fact that you were going to kiss him.
It shouldn't come as any surprise that he has to break away first, and what little relief he felt at being able to quench his thirst for you gets swallowed up only too quickly by the fire in his lungs, his heart, his gut and his brain. ]
Please fuck me.
[ Breathless, hushed, and begging: the notes of his need are in his voice and in his eyes. Please see how he's trying to hold still for you now, and how that effort alone is starting to join that ever growing list of things that are currently undoing him at the seams. ]
Do whatever you want to me, but please...
[ Promise him that you'll fuck him, and he'll try his damned best to hold on to it as you torment/tease/pleasure him at your leisure. ]