Her fingers become a fist before she even knows it, but she's not trying to move him, not trying to make him go anywhere. Not when there isn't anywhere else she wants him to go. Only to loosen and slide down the muscles of his neck, across his shoulders. A riot of movement through her own body, back arch and hips tilted, with her thighs against the sides of his stomach or hips before he moves again.
Before he's pushing inside of her, causing her feet to dig into the mattress, so she pushed right up into him. More, faster, slippery slick skin and the stretch of it having been a while. The satisfying sunk feeling for the barely there second when he is fully in, filling her skin, making her shudder, before she wants to move, again, already. The muscles in her belly coiling up, even as he starts moving first.
A slow that before she knows it isn't. That becomes a slam of pressure, and pleasure, over and over. That has her wrapping her legs around his waist and one arms around his chest, even when they other stays as a sort of balance, while everything else in her just meets that. Thrusting up, around him, over and over.
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Date: 2016-05-03 04:14 am (UTC)From:Before he's pushing inside of her, causing her feet to dig into the mattress, so she pushed right up into him. More, faster, slippery slick skin and the stretch of it having been a while. The satisfying sunk feeling for the barely there second when he is fully in, filling her skin, making her shudder, before she wants to move, again, already. The muscles in her belly coiling up, even as he starts moving first.
A slow that before she knows it isn't. That becomes a slam of pressure, and pleasure, over and over. That has her wrapping her legs around his waist and one arms around his chest, even when they other stays as a sort of balance, while everything else in her just meets that. Thrusting up, around him, over and over.