[He appreciates her effort in removing the rest of her clothes, getting that shirt out of the way fully is one less thing they both have to worry about. He doesn't care how graceless it might have been, not when he's busying himself with her at the moment, and her fingers are weaving through his messy hair.
Her responses are incredible, and when she says his name like she did? A chill ran down his spine, tingling through his body, leaving an arousing warmth through him. He wants to hear it more, hear her moan it while he fucks her—that thought and the roll of her hips evokes a muffled sound from him against her breast.
The squeak and tightening of her grasp on his hair at the pinch also draws his attention to her face, his eyes locking on as he lifts himself. Releasing her nipple from his lips and teeth, as well as the other from his hand as he opts to use it to support himself better so that he can properly hold himself above her. He doesn't loom long, eyes looking over her expression still fresh in the afterglow, still heated from her arousal, still red from her fluster, before he leans down to kiss her again. Naturally, he thinks nothing of the fact that his lips are still wet with her mess, or how she might react to that. His brain too hazy and hot with arousal to think about anything other than kissing her, or rutting up against her as she did him.
The difference being he has that aching dick that presses against her front, rigid and hot on her. There's a whimper into that kiss as he finally gets some contact!! Which just coaxes him into grinding again, pressing the underside of it flush against her slit. How wet she is makes him shudder with a crushing want to press into her...]
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Her responses are incredible, and when she says his name like she did? A chill ran down his spine, tingling through his body, leaving an arousing warmth through him. He wants to hear it more, hear her moan it while he fucks her—that thought and the roll of her hips evokes a muffled sound from him against her breast.
The squeak and tightening of her grasp on his hair at the pinch also draws his attention to her face, his eyes locking on as he lifts himself. Releasing her nipple from his lips and teeth, as well as the other from his hand as he opts to use it to support himself better so that he can properly hold himself above her. He doesn't loom long, eyes looking over her expression still fresh in the afterglow, still heated from her arousal, still red from her fluster, before he leans down to kiss her again. Naturally, he thinks nothing of the fact that his lips are still wet with her mess, or how she might react to that. His brain too hazy and hot with arousal to think about anything other than kissing her, or rutting up against her as she did him.
The difference being he has that aching dick that presses against her front, rigid and hot on her. There's a whimper into that kiss as he finally gets some contact!! Which just coaxes him into grinding again, pressing the underside of it flush against her slit. How wet she is makes him shudder with a crushing want to press into her...]