What he misses in being able to touch her is offset by how much he enjoys being clung to and touched, having -- for once -- to truly focus on receiving since his hands are busy. As her movements get rougher, he kisses her harder, murmuring her name as she cries against his lips, only to seek her out again.
There's a gently shake in her thighs, and she slips a little. His arms are feeling it too, and originally he'd meant to move them back against the side of the house, but now he wants to finish like this, both of them desperate to be close, fighting gravity and muscles and clinging to each other. As she shifts to cling to his shoulders, moaning for him, he knows they're both close.
"So wonderful," he whispers back, not trusting himself to specify. He's so close, orgasm hovering, and he wants to drive into her harder, run his hands all over her, thrust faster, but he feels precariously balanced and desperately trying to get a little more. "Bite my neck," he murmurs, a gentle plea to it. "I'm so close --"
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Date: 2022-11-20 09:20 pm (UTC)There's a gently shake in her thighs, and she slips a little. His arms are feeling it too, and originally he'd meant to move them back against the side of the house, but now he wants to finish like this, both of them desperate to be close, fighting gravity and muscles and clinging to each other. As she shifts to cling to his shoulders, moaning for him, he knows they're both close.
"So wonderful," he whispers back, not trusting himself to specify. He's so close, orgasm hovering, and he wants to drive into her harder, run his hands all over her, thrust faster, but he feels precariously balanced and desperately trying to get a little more. "Bite my neck," he murmurs, a gentle plea to it. "I'm so close --"