( he'd feel stupid for waiting so god damn long when she feels so good, but the build up — these long moments spread into nearly hours — plural — of anticipation, of getting them both more ready than they've possibly ever been has turned out to be well worth it. the feeling of being inside of her, of having legs drawn tightly around him to pull him in as close as physically possible, the way her body shifts with him to take his length —
his eyes practically roll into the back of his head with pleasure as she takes him to the hilt, eyelids fluttering shut for a moment while he just savors this feeling, this oh-so-prevalent feeling of satisfaction.
her voice is music to his ears, spilling past reddened lips, and his senses are far too overloaded to fight the tug of his sweatshirt over his head, left hanging somewhere on the edge of the bed — a godsend, considering the sheen of sweat coating his skin once it's gone. rene will do the same in time, surely, but for now, there are other matters at hand, pressing in a way that renders everything else unimportant.
slowly, slowly, rene arcs his hips backwards, cock sliding with ease from within her until only the head remains, and then he grinds back into her, fingers curling into the sheets on either side of isabelle's head. it's an agonizingly slow pace that he's setting, but he knows that it won't last long with how tight she is around him, how far she's driven him with her words and very little touch.
his face remains just above, lips a breath away from hers — hell, he can feel each and every pant that passes her lips, can practically taste the sound of her whimper — and he murmurs, voice strained, ) Tú bien, cariña?
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his eyes practically roll into the back of his head with pleasure as she takes him to the hilt, eyelids fluttering shut for a moment while he just savors this feeling, this oh-so-prevalent feeling of satisfaction.
her voice is music to his ears, spilling past reddened lips, and his senses are far too overloaded to fight the tug of his sweatshirt over his head, left hanging somewhere on the edge of the bed — a godsend, considering the sheen of sweat coating his skin once it's gone. rene will do the same in time, surely, but for now, there are other matters at hand, pressing in a way that renders everything else unimportant.
slowly, slowly, rene arcs his hips backwards, cock sliding with ease from within her until only the head remains, and then he grinds back into her, fingers curling into the sheets on either side of isabelle's head. it's an agonizingly slow pace that he's setting, but he knows that it won't last long with how tight she is around him, how far she's driven him with her words and very little touch.
his face remains just above, lips a breath away from hers — hell, he can feel each and every pant that passes her lips, can practically taste the sound of her whimper — and he murmurs, voice strained, ) Tú bien, cariña?