No human male she's ever been with could keep up such a steady, ridiculously even pace that he's keeping, and she wouldn't complain even if she had the breath to find the words. No, he's not giving her any quarter, hips pounding into hers, hitting every sweet spot. She twists tighter and tighter around him, and his hand clenches in her hair and she's dimly aware that she's making quite the ruckus. Her hands have to reach over her head to anchor herself, and it's just that extra bit of resistance that pushes her over the top. Her eyes roll back and she keens, her entire frame going rigid.
He can feel the pulse when it hits, can feel her muscles tightening around that newly aware piece of his anatomy like a velvet vise, squeezing him into sweet oblivion in intense contractions.
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Date: 2010-12-01 05:32 am (UTC)He can feel the pulse when it hits, can feel her muscles tightening around that newly aware piece of his anatomy like a velvet vise, squeezing him into sweet oblivion in intense contractions.