One of the struggles of the position is Sweeney has so little control over himself. He wants to feel her climax before he dares to, but it's her who is commanding the pace and force of the taking; he's really just along for the ride. The lingering pain of the night's prior activities only makes each touch more intense and raw.
Fuck, how it feels to be inside her. For her to take him. Choose him. Claim him.
There's nothin he can do when he senses the inevitable, except grab both of her hips hard enough to threaten bruises and yank down, leaving her grinding on him as he loses himself inside her. The force catches her nipple more tightly between his teeth as he cries out around it, his body unwilling to sacrifice the contact, no matter how slight. Once he's able to start the slope down the other side, he sucks it back firmly between his lips, working it eagerly as he pulses deep in her.
She'd swear he gets that much harder inside her right before he comes — cock throbbing, twitching as he spills deep — and those pulsations are what finally propel her over the edge right alongside him, alongside his teeth tugging on her nipple, to the point where she's convinced they may have even managed to climax simultaneously without even consciously trying to.
In his lap, she's shuddering, quaking even with his hands clamped down on her hips, keeping her from being able to move too drastically; when his teeth on her nipple turn into a warm, hard suction, she whines, grinding herself on him, prolonging those intense waves of her climax until she finally sags in his arms, unable to even so much as think about moving.
There's something to be said for the sublime sensation of being taken. To feel the proof of her pleasure with each quivering clench, her body fighting to steal every bit of him that it can; oh, how it make him ache, even in his satisfaction. It leaves him hungry for the next time, even if it's something that will require reprieve before attempting. That doesn't mean it isn't present in his thoughts.
As her body starts to go slack, Sweeney releases her nipple and draws a lapping line up her breast to her throat, truncating it at her ear. In tandem, he starts to curl back to lay on the floor so he can cradle her against him and idly stroke her hair as they glow in shared bliss.
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Fuck, how it feels to be inside her. For her to take him. Choose him. Claim him.
There's nothin he can do when he senses the inevitable, except grab both of her hips hard enough to threaten bruises and yank down, leaving her grinding on him as he loses himself inside her. The force catches her nipple more tightly between his teeth as he cries out around it, his body unwilling to sacrifice the contact, no matter how slight. Once he's able to start the slope down the other side, he sucks it back firmly between his lips, working it eagerly as he pulses deep in her.
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In his lap, she's shuddering, quaking even with his hands clamped down on her hips, keeping her from being able to move too drastically; when his teeth on her nipple turn into a warm, hard suction, she whines, grinding herself on him, prolonging those intense waves of her climax until she finally sags in his arms, unable to even so much as think about moving.
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As her body starts to go slack, Sweeney releases her nipple and draws a lapping line up her breast to her throat, truncating it at her ear. In tandem, he starts to curl back to lay on the floor so he can cradle her against him and idly stroke her hair as they glow in shared bliss.