[The more relaxed and encouraging she gets, the more time he takes exploring her body predominantly with the hand that he can feel her up with. Fingertips rake up her skin like a zen garden and he grabs her outer thigh, gives it a firm squeeze, hand wandering elsewhere until every inch of her skin is hot to the touch. For a moment his mind drifts away from what his other head is doing, attention diverted momentarily to harder kissing, but he can only put his other head's needs on the backburner and keep a deep, slow, steady pace for a good ten minutes at the most before the lustful, more urgent drive starts to take over.
Self-restraint starts to slip like sand between his fingers as he chases those highs, teeth and lips nipping a little less gently on the side of her neck. With his lips parted he's a little more vocal, a little more hungry with every snap of his hips driving her harder against the springs in her mattress. There's ample time to feel bad about it afterwards if she does feel a lingering, almost bittersweet sort of tingling and aching in her thighs and tailbone well into tomorrow morning.
He'll have his mild, few seconds that feel like long minutes of panic when he gets a little too close to cumming, that awkward burst of maybe... I... should pull out, or-- no-- well she did say-- oh god-- yes-- incoherent thoughts like maybe they should have talked more before they tumbled into bed together like horny, impulsive teenagers. But her legs and her hands keep him close and it's too late now to have that kind of discussion encouched in dirty talk.]
Sarah- [Do people normally pre-empt more than half a second before blowing their loads and making a mess? A vibranium hand curls so tightly in her sheets, he inadvertently pulls one of the corners off from under the mattress, swearing under his breath. Balls deep, cock twitching, abdomen taut and tight from the strain, cumming so hard his voice cracks when he groans - she could be forgiven for thinking this is one of the best nights he's ever had.]
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Date: 2021-10-21 06:26 am (UTC)Self-restraint starts to slip like sand between his fingers as he chases those highs, teeth and lips nipping a little less gently on the side of her neck. With his lips parted he's a little more vocal, a little more hungry with every snap of his hips driving her harder against the springs in her mattress. There's ample time to feel bad about it afterwards if she does feel a lingering, almost bittersweet sort of tingling and aching in her thighs and tailbone well into tomorrow morning.
He'll have his mild, few seconds that feel like long minutes of panic when he gets a little too close to cumming, that awkward burst of maybe... I... should pull out, or-- no-- well she did say-- oh god-- yes-- incoherent thoughts like maybe they should have talked more before they tumbled into bed together like horny, impulsive teenagers. But her legs and her hands keep him close and it's too late now to have that kind of discussion encouched in dirty talk.]
Sarah- [Do people normally pre-empt more than half a second before blowing their loads and making a mess? A vibranium hand curls so tightly in her sheets, he inadvertently pulls one of the corners off from under the mattress, swearing under his breath. Balls deep, cock twitching, abdomen taut and tight from the strain, cumming so hard his voice cracks when he groans - she could be forgiven for thinking this is one of the best nights he's ever had.]