[He somehow hadn't quite expected her to just go along with it and the steady rhythm she builds does exactly what she thinks. Each breath rushing out with a muffled groan or sigh of pleasure, alternating with startled gasps, still somewhat amazed by just how good she feels around him.
Hands grip her a little more firmly and gradually he begins to come up to meet her as she sinks down, it takes a few tries for him to find the right pace, and he's careful to watch her response in case it is too much. At least after the first couple of thrusts that white out his mind and draw an almost startled little cry from him.]
Darling, if you want to impress me, tell me something I don't know.
[Her words are half-breathless and laughing, and she leans in to catch his lips between those little noises escaping his, or the moans from hers. He'll find no resistance in her as he holds her hips; she moves with him, shifting her pace to align with his, grinding down upon him with a newfound hunger for more, more. Her hands find his shoulders and she uses them to brace her movements, riding him with all the enthusiasm and endless energy that she pours into their normal training. Her body is warm under his hands, sweat glistening on tanned skin. This feels perfect, and when it feels as if both of them are used to it, she tries to wordlessly guide him into picking up speed.]
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[He somehow hadn't quite expected her to just go along with it and the steady rhythm she builds does exactly what she thinks. Each breath rushing out with a muffled groan or sigh of pleasure, alternating with startled gasps, still somewhat amazed by just how good she feels around him.
Hands grip her a little more firmly and gradually he begins to come up to meet her as she sinks down, it takes a few tries for him to find the right pace, and he's careful to watch her response in case it is too much. At least after the first couple of thrusts that white out his mind and draw an almost startled little cry from him.]
Gods, you're perfect.
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[Her words are half-breathless and laughing, and she leans in to catch his lips between those little noises escaping his, or the moans from hers. He'll find no resistance in her as he holds her hips; she moves with him, shifting her pace to align with his, grinding down upon him with a newfound hunger for more, more. Her hands find his shoulders and she uses them to brace her movements, riding him with all the enthusiasm and endless energy that she pours into their normal training. Her body is warm under his hands, sweat glistening on tanned skin. This feels perfect, and when it feels as if both of them are used to it, she tries to wordlessly guide him into picking up speed.]