[ she is lost now. gone is any hope of recovering from this, from pretending that she didn't completely lose herself to the pleasure his body provides. she could claim it's purely physical but that would be a lie, one he'd see right through given the way he's able to push her to her limits.
she doesn't watch herself come, her eyes clench shut when the tidal wave of pleasure sweeps her under. she is helpless to do anything but ride out that wave, her fingers clutching at the sheets beneath her, a dizzying amount of ectasty take hold. and when she finally comes out the other side of it, she's rendered, almost like he is, useless to anything else but his pleasure now.
she can barely move beyond trembling, she doesn't even fight or tense when he pulls himself from her body to roll her over. she sees the darkness in his eyes and knows that it's reflected in hers, that desire, that want, it's still there even after getting her pleasure for the... whatever time. she's lost count how many times she's come now, even if she was counting them merely seconds before. she barely has time to react before he's back to pinning her to the bed in a different fashion, her eyes fluttering open to look at him as he finds his way home, thrusting back into her over-sensitive body.
gasping against his lips, she winces the way it makes her pulsating skin feel, even then, her reaction isn't one to tell him to stop. she is wrecked, a panting, sated mess, her legs flexing, moving so that her feet lay flat on the bed, knees shifting upward as he settles between her thighs. her eyes stay on his for now, almost pleading for him to find his completion, as if she isn't sure she can take much more but knowing that her body is built for this and more.]
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she doesn't watch herself come, her eyes clench shut when the tidal wave of pleasure sweeps her under. she is helpless to do anything but ride out that wave, her fingers clutching at the sheets beneath her, a dizzying amount of ectasty take hold. and when she finally comes out the other side of it, she's rendered, almost like he is, useless to anything else but his pleasure now.
she can barely move beyond trembling, she doesn't even fight or tense when he pulls himself from her body to roll her over. she sees the darkness in his eyes and knows that it's reflected in hers, that desire, that want, it's still there even after getting her pleasure for the... whatever time. she's lost count how many times she's come now, even if she was counting them merely seconds before. she barely has time to react before he's back to pinning her to the bed in a different fashion, her eyes fluttering open to look at him as he finds his way home, thrusting back into her over-sensitive body.
gasping against his lips, she winces the way it makes her pulsating skin feel, even then, her reaction isn't one to tell him to stop. she is wrecked, a panting, sated mess, her legs flexing, moving so that her feet lay flat on the bed, knees shifting upward as he settles between her thighs. her eyes stay on his for now, almost pleading for him to find his completion, as if she isn't sure she can take much more but knowing that her body is built for this and more.]