Pel moans, knees parting further so she can wrap her legs around him, oh, it's sinful what's happening right now. Not how he's making her feel, but the rush she gets from having this passive power over him, that she can make him desire her so badly simply by being desirable.
"Gavin," she groans, hips rocking against that hand partway buried in her.
His name, in that voice, goes straight to his blood - rushing in his ears,
pooling down into his groin. "Pel," he moans back to her, his finger moving
rythymically inside of her, a second sliding in along the first. He grinds
slowly against her, completely focused on her pleasure but unable to keep
his body from displaying its own reckless need.
He tries to distract himself - knows that the longer he can delay, the
longer he can hold back, the more he'll hear those moans of pleasure on her
lips, the more he'll feel her body writhe below him. So he moves his lips,
curving his body away from her so his mouth can wander down her chest, find
the curve of her breast, the supple flesh - his lips and teeth teasing.
He chuckled - he couldn't help it - sliding his fingers free as he moved against her, positioning himself.
"Can you blame me?" He whispered, his chest fluttering with something bright as he pulled her thigh up against him, as he sunk himself into her with a shuddering sigh. He pressed close, stealing her lips. "But I could never deny a request--"
Whatever Gavin was, rough and hard were not accurate descriptors for him. But eager to please certainly was, and here in the grass under the sun, buried up to the hilt inside the woman he loved most in the world, he was currently willing to do anything she asked.
So he braced himself - one hand straining and clenching into the ground below him, the other gripping tightly to the flesh of her thigh, and he gave her exactly what she asked for. He thrust, as hard as the angle would allow him, a strangled gasp leaving him, and then he thrust again.
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"Gavin," she groans, hips rocking against that hand partway buried in her.
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His name, in that voice, goes straight to his blood - rushing in his ears, pooling down into his groin. "Pel," he moans back to her, his finger moving rythymically inside of her, a second sliding in along the first. He grinds slowly against her, completely focused on her pleasure but unable to keep his body from displaying its own reckless need.
He tries to distract himself - knows that the longer he can delay, the longer he can hold back, the more he'll hear those moans of pleasure on her lips, the more he'll feel her body writhe below him. So he moves his lips, curving his body away from her so his mouth can wander down her chest, find the curve of her breast, the supple flesh - his lips and teeth teasing.
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"I'm not made of glass," she says at last, oddly articulate. "Take me, please, Gavin..."
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"Can you blame me?" He whispered, his chest fluttering with something bright as he pulled her thigh up against him, as he sunk himself into her with a shuddering sigh. He pressed close, stealing her lips. "But I could never deny a request--"
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"Now good and hard. Please, vhenan, Gavin..."
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Whatever Gavin was, rough and hard were not accurate descriptors for him. But eager to please certainly was, and here in the grass under the sun, buried up to the hilt inside the woman he loved most in the world, he was currently willing to do anything she asked.
So he braced himself - one hand straining and clenching into the ground below him, the other gripping tightly to the flesh of her thigh, and he gave her exactly what she asked for. He thrust, as hard as the angle would allow him, a strangled gasp leaving him, and then he thrust again.