Having her come undone beneath him, trusting him to bring her quietly to bliss fills him with such contentment. Urgency builds in him as well, but it's secondary to the need to see her reach release. Of course, that only feeds back in, because hearing her moan as he fills her is giving him a high he hasn't felt before, even with her. He keeps his lips close to hers, shuddering back as she shivers against him, her tongue seeking him out like she can't get enough of him. He meets her, as he knows he will in all things, tongue brushing back against hers before he bites lightly on her lower lip. His hands drift down to hold her hips so he can crush into her just a little faster.
Her cunt starts to flutter against him. His lips part in a moan and he pulls his head back just enough to watch her as he pushes her into orgasm, that beautiful face twisting in ecstasy as her breath comes jagged and her body starts to arch and lock to the rhythm of his hips and his whispers of her name.
Somewhere in all that, he tips over too, his sounds changing to something half-strangled as he curls back over her, hips moving like he can't get deep enough into her, body shivering against the clamping of her walls until he cries out too, holding her tight to him as he freezes, white heat pouring through him and into her perfect hold. For a perfect moment, their bodies are one.
Then he's breathing again, moving, and he doesn't let her go, nuzzling against her and letting the haphazard thrusts of aftershock roll through them both. "Aerith," he murmurs, hot and dizzy and so at peace, knowing she's still sensitive so close after orgasm. He continues to rock slowly against her, slowly stilling to just sit inside her a little longer, weight covering her like a blanket. "This is how I want to make you feel."
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Date: 2022-11-14 10:42 pm (UTC)Her cunt starts to flutter against him. His lips part in a moan and he pulls his head back just enough to watch her as he pushes her into orgasm, that beautiful face twisting in ecstasy as her breath comes jagged and her body starts to arch and lock to the rhythm of his hips and his whispers of her name.
Somewhere in all that, he tips over too, his sounds changing to something half-strangled as he curls back over her, hips moving like he can't get deep enough into her, body shivering against the clamping of her walls until he cries out too, holding her tight to him as he freezes, white heat pouring through him and into her perfect hold. For a perfect moment, their bodies are one.
Then he's breathing again, moving, and he doesn't let her go, nuzzling against her and letting the haphazard thrusts of aftershock roll through them both. "Aerith," he murmurs, hot and dizzy and so at peace, knowing she's still sensitive so close after orgasm. He continues to rock slowly against her, slowly stilling to just sit inside her a little longer, weight covering her like a blanket. "This is how I want to make you feel."