[The soft-tissue-covered muscles of her core, milking and sheathing him, rippled, swallowed, gripped his flesh, with sublime slickness and strength. He braced all his muscles to anchor her, pelvis and abdomen rock solid and straight. As her body's spasms, gulping on him threw back his head, exposing the pulse in his threat, pulling air out of him that groaned itself up from below.
Excruciating… exquisite
…But he kept himself on the brink.
Didn't let the crest break.
His head came back down, bringing his chest and arms inward, enfolding her, to catch and caress her as she shivered apart. Holding her head to his heart, his fingers pouring into her hair, he cupped her head and kissed its crown, murmured words punctuating their heavy breaths.]
amor meu meva vida my love my life
[He held her, held them both, throbbing and breathing, against the wall.
Then he craned back his head. His eyes… had a new spark in them. Adoration, maybe mischief.
But also… the look of a drill sergeant.
He drew one foot back. His hands moved down her body, finding points of leverage. Bracing her on one thigh, he bent his other knee, bending her back and himself down with perfect balance and suspension. Laying her meticulously down on her back—with a quick graceless grab to pull his discarded jacket under her shoulders, bunched to cushion her neck, before they met the floor. Laying himself down with her.
His flesh never came out of her. Unyielding.
The beauty of her orgasm could have brought him to one too. He'd chosen not to.
Hands now braced on either side of her breasts, looking at her down the length of his arms, he gently pressed his leg inside hers to urge her further open. And began to slide gently up in her again.]
Beautiful, [he murmured. Pushing up in her to rub her sweetest, densest nerves.]
[action]
Excruciating… exquisite
…But he kept himself on the brink.
Didn't let the crest break.
His head came back down, bringing his chest and arms inward, enfolding her, to catch and caress her as she shivered apart. Holding her head to his heart, his fingers pouring into her hair, he cupped her head and kissed its crown, murmured words punctuating their heavy breaths.]
amor meu
meva vida
my love
my life
[He held her, held them both, throbbing and breathing, against the wall.
Then he craned back his head. His eyes… had a new spark in them. Adoration, maybe mischief.
But also… the look of a drill sergeant.
He drew one foot back. His hands moved down her body, finding points of leverage. Bracing her on one thigh, he bent his other knee, bending her back and himself down with perfect balance and suspension. Laying her meticulously down on her back—with a quick graceless grab to pull his discarded jacket under her shoulders, bunched to cushion her neck, before they met the floor. Laying himself down with her.
His flesh never came out of her. Unyielding.
The beauty of her orgasm could have brought him to one too. He'd chosen not to.
Hands now braced on either side of her breasts, looking at her down the length of his arms, he gently pressed his leg inside hers to urge her further open. And began to slide gently up in her again.]
Beautiful, [he murmured. Pushing up in her to rub her sweetest, densest nerves.]
I think you have more.