purpose: (tlj_245)
ʀᴇʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ([personal profile] purpose) wrote in [community profile] literaldumpsterfire 2018-05-29 07:38 pm (UTC)

[ She can feel the ghost of his tension coiling at her spine, waiting to snap, with the same clarity she can sense how she lags behind him. He's going to come before she does, she realizes. The initial stinging stretch has set her back, lagging behind and nipping at the heels of his burgeoning orgasm, but she gives only a scarce consideration to the idea of pinning his hips with her knees to keep him from racing toward climax without her. ]

It's okay, [ she grits out, swallowing the whimper that wants to scratch its way out of her throat, displeased by the thought of being left behind. ] Let go.

[ On his next stroke into her, she ruts her hips down harder, meeting him with a slick slap of their bodies. If he's making any efforts to hold on for her sake, she means to thwart them, press him to the edge until he can't control himself.

And when he does come, she won't pry herself off of him, continuing to ride him in stuttered movements. It's strangely satisfying to feel the warm rush where he's spent himself inside of her, but she needs more. Releasing a frustrated groan, she chases after the release that's eluding her as she leans back against his upraised knees to achieve a better angle, grinding more frantically against him.
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