[ Covering her like this, he feels every inch of his size, in his dick and his height, his weight leaning over her, but for once it's not a bad thing. Something he's spent so much of his life regretting, albeit in a distant and private way, feels right like this, like there's no other way he could fit around her. He feels strong and protective, the same way he'd felt when she'd been in his lap but stronger now his body is rocking rhythmically over hers.
He feels her clench around his dick and moans into the valley between her shoulder blades, repeating the slide of his fingers over her clit, trying to be as gentle as he can while the need to come starts to build in him. ]
Come with me again. Love hearing you. Feeling you on me. [ He stirs her hair with his heavy breaths and starts pushing harder, deeper, each slide of his dick almost leaving her before he slams forward again. ]
[ it speaks to something all on its own that he's actually waiting for her, that he's not just bending her over and taking her hard and pouring himself into her body without thinking about whether she's getting any satisfaction out of the deal. but he pairs those urgings with the return of his fingers between her legs and she writhes, a sharp moan snagging in her throat as her head drops between her shoulders and a shudder courses through her body. ]
Red, m'gonna — [ she drops forward, bracing her weight more on her forearms, which has the side effect of tilting her ass up so that he almost sinks deeper into her from that angle, and she welcomes it all, the smack of his body into hers, the heat of his breath across her skin.
the new position makes it easier for him to hit that good spot within and she arches, squeezing her thighs together; she finally comes with a ragged cry, somehow knowing that he'll be right behind her, that he'll follow her over that edge, especially when he starts to fuck her harder and faster at the end of it. ] Fuck me, yes, please, please, lemme feel it.
God, fuck -- [ The idea of tying to take it slow falls away when she starts quaking and rolling herself back against him, especially when she dips forward and the angle opens her up even more even as she's tightening down on his cock, taking him good and deep with each slap of his hips against her ass.
He rocks forward as she comes, stone fingers digging hard into the mattress as he picks up speed, the rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting a loud chorus to her cries and his harsh panting breaths, a bass groan on each exhale steadily rising in volume. His left hand finds her hip and holds her there, fingertips pressing hard enough to bruise, to layer more marks over her skin. ]
Ha -- Harley, I -- [ It's all he manages to get out before he comes, pounding her hard and fast through each clench and arc of pleasure, coating her inner walls with more heat, a noise that's almost a keen coming from him.
As the crest breaks and starts to fall his motions slow down, energy deserting him as he stoops to catch his breath, his forehead resting against the nape of her neck, his cheek on her damp skin as he shudders through the aftershocks, his dick throbbing and pulsing hard inside her. ]
Jeez. [ It's an effort to turn his head, but he makes it, dropping a soft kiss over her spine. ] I love that.
[ at one point she's got her face pressed against the sheets, cries stifled there, but it's glorious, the whole thing, feeling him pound deep into her without stopping, without letting up; it keeps her plateauing on her own climax as he takes steps to reach his own at the end, and she savors the sound of his deep grunts in tandem with the sharp, repetitive smack of their bodies, loving the noises that he produces as he's fucking her. ]
Yeah, do it, do it — [ she breaks off with a breathless laugh when she feels the pulse of his dick from the inside, that firm throbbing that signals he's painting the walls of her cunt with his come. she wonders if it's enough to leak out of her now, if he's filled her to brimming over, but they're still joined as he slumps over her, and she realizes she's a sweaty mess anyway, hair stuck to her cheeks and her thighs wet with the results of her own release. ]
Mmmm, yeah. [ she moans it quietly, deliriously, breath hitching as he drops his mouth to the curve of her spine; now she feels like she's on sensory overload, nerve endings working overtime, and every shift and press of him against her, inside her produces more weak sounds from her throat. ]
Call me crazy — [ and yes, she understands the joke she's making there, considering her history. ] — but it kinda seems like we keep gettin' better and better at that.
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He feels her clench around his dick and moans into the valley between her shoulder blades, repeating the slide of his fingers over her clit, trying to be as gentle as he can while the need to come starts to build in him. ]
Come with me again. Love hearing you. Feeling you on me. [ He stirs her hair with his heavy breaths and starts pushing harder, deeper, each slide of his dick almost leaving her before he slams forward again. ]
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Red, m'gonna — [ she drops forward, bracing her weight more on her forearms, which has the side effect of tilting her ass up so that he almost sinks deeper into her from that angle, and she welcomes it all, the smack of his body into hers, the heat of his breath across her skin.
the new position makes it easier for him to hit that good spot within and she arches, squeezing her thighs together; she finally comes with a ragged cry, somehow knowing that he'll be right behind her, that he'll follow her over that edge, especially when he starts to fuck her harder and faster at the end of it. ] Fuck me, yes, please, please, lemme feel it.
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He rocks forward as she comes, stone fingers digging hard into the mattress as he picks up speed, the rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting a loud chorus to her cries and his harsh panting breaths, a bass groan on each exhale steadily rising in volume. His left hand finds her hip and holds her there, fingertips pressing hard enough to bruise, to layer more marks over her skin. ]
Ha -- Harley, I -- [ It's all he manages to get out before he comes, pounding her hard and fast through each clench and arc of pleasure, coating her inner walls with more heat, a noise that's almost a keen coming from him.
As the crest breaks and starts to fall his motions slow down, energy deserting him as he stoops to catch his breath, his forehead resting against the nape of her neck, his cheek on her damp skin as he shudders through the aftershocks, his dick throbbing and pulsing hard inside her. ]
Jeez. [ It's an effort to turn his head, but he makes it, dropping a soft kiss over her spine. ] I love that.
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Yeah, do it, do it — [ she breaks off with a breathless laugh when she feels the pulse of his dick from the inside, that firm throbbing that signals he's painting the walls of her cunt with his come. she wonders if it's enough to leak out of her now, if he's filled her to brimming over, but they're still joined as he slumps over her, and she realizes she's a sweaty mess anyway, hair stuck to her cheeks and her thighs wet with the results of her own release. ]
Mmmm, yeah. [ she moans it quietly, deliriously, breath hitching as he drops his mouth to the curve of her spine; now she feels like she's on sensory overload, nerve endings working overtime, and every shift and press of him against her, inside her produces more weak sounds from her throat. ]
Call me crazy — [ and yes, she understands the joke she's making there, considering her history. ] — but it kinda seems like we keep gettin' better and better at that.