He supposed there was nothing wrong with her being unable to respond with intelligible words, especially when what did come out of her mouth was nothing more than a series of gasps and moans. Rather than engage her any further in conversation, he followed her request without question. His hand left her hip, returning to its spot on the ground so he could have full control over his balance and full control over his actions. He picked up the pace, but was not nearly as rough as he could be—though she seemed enthusiastic, she wan't immune to bruises and soreness.
The pressure was building, but he hadn't yet reached the edge; he was getting there, though, and every little moan and whimper that left her mouth led to slightly more desperation in his movements, as did the wild wandering of her hands across his back and shoulder. He wanted to be closer, but they'd been closed every gap between them.
The pressure was building, but he hadn't yet reached the edge; he was getting there, though, and every little moan and whimper that left her mouth led to slightly more desperation in his movements, as did the wild wandering of her hands across his back and shoulder. He wanted to be closer, but they'd been closed every gap between them.
— set by MJ! —