[ The hammering of his hips is in such direct contrast to his earlier caution and softness that he nearly unseats her from his pelvis. Reflexively, her hands clutch onto his shoulders to steady herself through each drive of his cock as it knocks the air out of her lungs, unexpected and blissfully, intensely good.
And that's why it takes considerable control to humor the idea of slowing themselves down. She had been waiting for him to lose himself in this, put all of himself forward until he couldn't think; now that she has him frantic and unleashed, however, she feels the compulsion to remind him that there's no rush. That she's here, and that she'll still be here when he's finished. This isn't a one night deal — not for her, anyway. He doesn't need to worry about her disappearing.
What it means to him — she'll think on that later. The possibility of rejection is too unarousing, too dispiriting, to contemplate while he's inside of her. ]
You don't have to rush this, [ she reminds him, and she'd almost hate herself for it if she wouldn't feel so guilty to learn that this might not be how he wants to be fucked, devolving into something rough and primal that's spinning out of their grasps. Her voice wavers throughout it, destroying what's meant to be comforting, because he keeps jostling her — to the point she has to straighten her back and cup her breasts to keep them from constantly bouncing. ]
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And that's why it takes considerable control to humor the idea of slowing themselves down. She had been waiting for him to lose himself in this, put all of himself forward until he couldn't think; now that she has him frantic and unleashed, however, she feels the compulsion to remind him that there's no rush. That she's here, and that she'll still be here when he's finished. This isn't a one night deal — not for her, anyway. He doesn't need to worry about her disappearing.
What it means to him — she'll think on that later. The possibility of rejection is too unarousing, too dispiriting, to contemplate while he's inside of her. ]
You don't have to rush this, [ she reminds him, and she'd almost hate herself for it if she wouldn't feel so guilty to learn that this might not be how he wants to be fucked, devolving into something rough and primal that's spinning out of their grasps. Her voice wavers throughout it, destroying what's meant to be comforting, because he keeps jostling her — to the point she has to straighten her back and cup her breasts to keep them from constantly bouncing. ]