[ That no doesn't have time to hook into her and dredge up insecurity and disappointment in the area of her sexual performance. He ruts into her so quickly that she sways and squeaks with it, delayed in how she squeezes down on the arch of his shoulders to keep herself from being bucked off of him. ]
Ben —
[ What's meant to be an attempt at calming him dissipates instantly into a guttural groan, toes curling in her boots. He touches her like he has something to prove to her or to himself — assertive, demanding, wrenching the ecstasy from her. Dissuading him, even if she had the current composure for it, isn't viable — and she finds she doesn't want to as she should, no matter how tempted to reassure him that it isn't much of an issue. Instead, there's something damnably arousing in how he forces her body to succumb to him, bends it to his whim of seeing her undone.
Uselessly, she claws at the fabric of his tunic, scratching against it as she lets him guide her completely. It alleviates some of the strain of exertion in her muscles from riding him — but, more than that, it feels fulfilling to let him take over. She melts against his chest with a series of high-pitched whimpers, giving herself over to it. Finally, ultimately, she comes with a cry muffled partially by his cheek, cunt clamping down around him as if she can somehow miraculously draw him over the edge with her. ]
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Ben —
[ What's meant to be an attempt at calming him dissipates instantly into a guttural groan, toes curling in her boots. He touches her like he has something to prove to her or to himself — assertive, demanding, wrenching the ecstasy from her. Dissuading him, even if she had the current composure for it, isn't viable — and she finds she doesn't want to as she should, no matter how tempted to reassure him that it isn't much of an issue. Instead, there's something damnably arousing in how he forces her body to succumb to him, bends it to his whim of seeing her undone.
Uselessly, she claws at the fabric of his tunic, scratching against it as she lets him guide her completely. It alleviates some of the strain of exertion in her muscles from riding him — but, more than that, it feels fulfilling to let him take over. She melts against his chest with a series of high-pitched whimpers, giving herself over to it. Finally, ultimately, she comes with a cry muffled partially by his cheek, cunt clamping down around him as if she can somehow miraculously draw him over the edge with her. ]