[You didn't have to do much either, in his opinion. You stole quietly into his heart just by being around, and you were echoing in every part of him before he even knew it.
The pace you have said is beautifully cruel, because it's doing nothing but pinning him in place, and keeping him right on the edge of going higher. His hips buck up futilely against yours, matched with the whine of his breath close to your ear.
Feeling the way you're hard for him doesn't do anything but make him think about how wonderful it would be if you could just fuck him. Hard.]
Then mark me.
[Mark him as you spread him wide open, as you hold him down and take. His words are edged with his own need for you, roughened by desperation, and closer to a plea than they would be to anything else.]
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The pace you have said is beautifully cruel, because it's doing nothing but pinning him in place, and keeping him right on the edge of going higher. His hips buck up futilely against yours, matched with the whine of his breath close to your ear.
Feeling the way you're hard for him doesn't do anything but make him think about how wonderful it would be if you could just fuck him. Hard.]
Then mark me.
[Mark him as you spread him wide open, as you hold him down and take. His words are edged with his own need for you, roughened by desperation, and closer to a plea than they would be to anything else.]