He's almost helpless, drowning in want, letting her work herself on him because it keeps him from going all out and finishing this in seconds, lets him enjoy the feel of her hard nipple under his fingers, her soft flesh in his hand, the unbearable sweetness of her pussy.
'Going to come for me again? Going to ride it, Fi? Going to get yourself off on me?'
His voice is quiet, dark, intense. But she doesn't need him to speak to know that, doesn't need him to tell her much he wants her. It's written in every line of his body.
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Date: 2010-05-21 12:29 am (UTC)'Going to come for me again? Going to ride it, Fi? Going to get yourself off on me?'
His voice is quiet, dark, intense. But she doesn't need him to speak to know that, doesn't need him to tell her much he wants her. It's written in every line of his body.