[ Watching and feeling Harley come is pretty close to the top of Hellboy's increasingly long list of favourite things about her. It's always satisfying, physically and emotionally, to know he's brought her there and that he gives her that much pleasure, to know that she wants him that much. This is one of those times, though, where he's not able to pay as much attention as he might want to, still lost in the throes of his own release as he holds her and fucks her through the waves of orgasm, panting and growling, until his come and hers are smeared up between them.
Slowly the tidal surge subsides and he lets go of her, sliding his palm up her back to stroke her hair, encouraging her to stay close so he can kiss her again as he gets his breath back, more gently and lazily this time though with no less heat, closer to how they were before. ]
Ah, jeez. [ His hips twitch and he can't help sliding back up into her again, rocking slowly up against her, his mind and body humming with a drawn out note of pleasure. ] Goddamn, I love doing that with you.
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Slowly the tidal surge subsides and he lets go of her, sliding his palm up her back to stroke her hair, encouraging her to stay close so he can kiss her again as he gets his breath back, more gently and lazily this time though with no less heat, closer to how they were before. ]
Ah, jeez. [ His hips twitch and he can't help sliding back up into her again, rocking slowly up against her, his mind and body humming with a drawn out note of pleasure. ] Goddamn, I love doing that with you.