[ He can feel the way he drives her closer and closer to the edge with how she pulls at him, the way she drags her nails along his leg and hip. His own breathing becomes heavier and heavier as she moans and sobs, as she squirms against him, as her walls clench around his fingers.
And then she comes, his name on her lips, and he he works her through it, biting down on her shoulder, rocking against her in turn. He sucks in a sharp breath when her nails leave trails on his skin, when her grip yanks at his hair, but he doesn't bother stopping her. (Later, he'll examine the scratch marks and think to himself, Fucking awesome.)
And when it's over, when she leans back against him, spent and exhausted, he kisses at her temple, at her cheek, slipping out his fingers and rubbing small, gentle circles on her hip. ]
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And then she comes, his name on her lips, and he he works her through it, biting down on her shoulder, rocking against her in turn. He sucks in a sharp breath when her nails leave trails on his skin, when her grip yanks at his hair, but he doesn't bother stopping her. (Later, he'll examine the scratch marks and think to himself, Fucking awesome.)
And when it's over, when she leans back against him, spent and exhausted, he kisses at her temple, at her cheek, slipping out his fingers and rubbing small, gentle circles on her hip. ]