She ruts back against him, panting, sweating, her whole body burning with the dull pain. Honestly, it's erotic in a different way than she'd ever expected. Bearing into her like this, he reaches a part of her she'd never expected anyone to touch—a part of her she hadn't ever considered.
How they'd gotten here doesn't seem to matter as much as the simple fact that they have arrived here.
She bites down on the forearm that supports the weight of her upper body, trying to stifle a groan. It's somewhere between pleasure and pain, this sound. As tension builds towards her orgasm, her muscles are clenching, and— with him there, it makes the fit tighter. Pushes a little more towards discomfort.
But that doesn't seem to stop her, this time. Adjusted to him as she is, eased into it as she is, that seems only to amplify the other ambient pain and bring her over the edge. Her muscles clench around him, trying to hold him there, and her thighs pull her forward as they contract too. She cries out, a sudden expulsion of breath that rides the line of a choking noise.
It's a lot. A lot. Dizzy for moments after a lot, and even as the tension starts to ease, tremors keep her body convulsing.
There's no denying that it's more satisfying than doing it alone. She stands by that. But the drop-off is still steep and sudden. She can't keep her fingers moving while she rides out that feeling, and so she just has to stop suddenly, her breath short in the sort of hollow aftermath. ]
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She ruts back against him, panting, sweating, her whole body burning with the dull pain. Honestly, it's erotic in a different way than she'd ever expected. Bearing into her like this, he reaches a part of her she'd never expected anyone to touch—a part of her she hadn't ever considered.
How they'd gotten here doesn't seem to matter as much as the simple fact that they have arrived here.
She bites down on the forearm that supports the weight of her upper body, trying to stifle a groan. It's somewhere between pleasure and pain, this sound. As tension builds towards her orgasm, her muscles are clenching, and— with him there, it makes the fit tighter. Pushes a little more towards discomfort.
But that doesn't seem to stop her, this time. Adjusted to him as she is, eased into it as she is, that seems only to amplify the other ambient pain and bring her over the edge. Her muscles clench around him, trying to hold him there, and her thighs pull her forward as they contract too. She cries out, a sudden expulsion of breath that rides the line of a choking noise.
It's a lot. A lot. Dizzy for moments after a lot, and even as the tension starts to ease, tremors keep her body convulsing.
There's no denying that it's more satisfying than doing it alone. She stands by that. But the drop-off is still steep and sudden. She can't keep her fingers moving while she rides out that feeling, and so she just has to stop suddenly, her breath short in the sort of hollow aftermath. ]