[ There are things she wants to do in that moment. She wants to lean up and tell him to say her name again, needy and breathless. She wants to run her nails over his back again, to dig in just a little harder, to savor that wonderful reaction.
But then he's pounding into her, harder and faster, and oh god the things he's doing with his mouth, and everything she wants to do goes right out the window. Her fingers do dig into his back, but only out of a sheer need to hold on. She tosses her head back and lets out a string of yes yes Peter yes, growing louder as he speeds up.
She feels like she's on the edge of something, teetering somewhere precarious and caught between wanting to tumble over the edge and never wanting this to stop, ever. ]
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But then he's pounding into her, harder and faster, and oh god the things he's doing with his mouth, and everything she wants to do goes right out the window. Her fingers do dig into his back, but only out of a sheer need to hold on. She tosses her head back and lets out a string of yes yes Peter yes, growing louder as he speeds up.
She feels like she's on the edge of something, teetering somewhere precarious and caught between wanting to tumble over the edge and never wanting this to stop, ever. ]