He's so obviously trying not to move and just as obviously, biology won't let him still. His body needs this now and his hips start to rock, he fights to keep them slow but fuck, she's clenching him like she wants him to lose it and that's exactly what's about to happen - the pulse around him makes him lose his breath in a surprised huff and he jerks forward; he's horrified to find that once he's moved like that he can't stop.
No. No no no nononononono...
It's too late. He's jerking and jerking and Christ it feels so fucking good, so good that he almost stops caring about what she'll think, so good to let the pressure go, such a relief to have to give in. He has no air left but can't breathe in because the roiling pleasure between his legs has just ignited like a flame near gas; he's shuddering all over as it explodes, unaware that now he's moving, fucking her hard and fast as the fire rolls over him and burns him up, too tight to be able to make a sound as his cock spits a seemingly endless stream into her, the almost unbearable pleasure whiting out his senses for as long as it takes to be over.
He has no idea how long that is. He just knows that when it releases him, there are spots in front of his eyes from lack of air and he's gasping like he's just been in a three hour fight. It's almost a surprise to find that when he comes to rest he's still locked tight between her legs, the soft centre of her pressed around his aching hardness, keeping him safe.
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No. No no no nononononono...
It's too late. He's jerking and jerking and Christ it feels so fucking good, so good that he almost stops caring about what she'll think, so good to let the pressure go, such a relief to have to give in. He has no air left but can't breathe in because the roiling pleasure between his legs has just ignited like a flame near gas; he's shuddering all over as it explodes, unaware that now he's moving, fucking her hard and fast as the fire rolls over him and burns him up, too tight to be able to make a sound as his cock spits a seemingly endless stream into her, the almost unbearable pleasure whiting out his senses for as long as it takes to be over.
He has no idea how long that is. He just knows that when it releases him, there are spots in front of his eyes from lack of air and he's gasping like he's just been in a three hour fight. It's almost a surprise to find that when he comes to rest he's still locked tight between her legs, the soft centre of her pressed around his aching hardness, keeping him safe.