[ There's a brief second where he hisses as his cock is exposed to the air and Jesus he's seriously hot, feverish almost, all over and he's aching so badly. And then she's straddling him, and-- oh fuck.
He moans, relief mixing with pure animal want, and because finally, and thank fucking God, but Maya definitely doesn't need anymore ammunition against him, so he sticks to wordless sounds of approval. His hips shift, trying to enter her more deeply, needing to feel how hot and slick she is, and he just needs more, more more.
His hands find their way to her hips again, and after a quick glance, he starts to see the marks starting to form. He frowns a little, fingertips caressing gently against the bruises on either of her hips. ]
Sorry about that. [ It's whispered and hoarse, and still he sounds a little distant. ]
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He moans, relief mixing with pure animal want, and because finally, and thank fucking God, but Maya definitely doesn't need anymore ammunition against him, so he sticks to wordless sounds of approval. His hips shift, trying to enter her more deeply, needing to feel how hot and slick she is, and he just needs more, more more.
His hands find their way to her hips again, and after a quick glance, he starts to see the marks starting to form. He frowns a little, fingertips caressing gently against the bruises on either of her hips. ]
Sorry about that. [ It's whispered and hoarse, and still he sounds a little distant. ]