[ He probably shouldn't. And it's not that she doesn't hear him — but he feels so fucking good, thrusting up into her as she sinks down onto him, and he's gasping her real name in a way that's going to keep her up at night. She likes the tangle of his fingers in her wild hair, the tension in the strands when she tilts her head just so, breaking their kiss just so she can see the look on his face —
She doesn't stop. Doesn't let up. Doesn't go easy. Maybe she doesn't even know how to.
Instead, she rides him hard — hard enough that it feels like it'll leave bruises where their hips collide. In those last few minutes, she gets a hand between her own thighs, working her clit at the same punishing pace — and it doesn't take much more than that to bring her the rest of the way there. Everything below the waist goes taut for one eternal moment, her lips parted on an audible inhale before her whole body gives in to shudders, tightening down around his cock inside her as she moans and shakes. ]
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She doesn't stop. Doesn't let up. Doesn't go easy. Maybe she doesn't even know how to.
Instead, she rides him hard — hard enough that it feels like it'll leave bruises where their hips collide. In those last few minutes, she gets a hand between her own thighs, working her clit at the same punishing pace — and it doesn't take much more than that to bring her the rest of the way there. Everything below the waist goes taut for one eternal moment, her lips parted on an audible inhale before her whole body gives in to shudders, tightening down around his cock inside her as she moans and shakes. ]