Some noise falls out of his mouth, some incoherent pleading sound that spirals up before it fades. His hips thrust slowly, controlled, as much for the delicious and needy feeling of tension as to ease her way. His fingers tangle in her hair, tightly clenched when they stop stroking, shaking when they move. His chest heaves as he struggles to draw even breaths, everything sparking more and brighter.
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Date: 2005-07-25 04:46 pm (UTC)