( she can't decide where to latch her gaze as his hips give that slow withdraw, jaw tightening and crowns catching unforgivably at own lower lip, hues flitting down to watch the way his abdomen contracts, the sharp lines along each hip bone that only draw her sights to him, watching til the plush of his cock only teases inside of her before she's full once again. a moan flowers from the bed of her throat, chest bowing from the mattress, toes curling inward. )
Si, papi— ( breathless- there's some part of her, dazed and distant that processes his words, eventually finds a means of putting thought to tongue and tongue to words when it can barely wrap itself around a breath that isn't ragged, too caught up in how good it felt—the way he stretches her out, how fluently he grinds his hips to hers to ensure he hits right to that sensitive spot at her limits, giving in to something she's needed for far too long.
one hand's raveled itself agains his forearm just beside her, some means to ground herself, a thin layer of sweat like dew left sheen across her temples, and when wide eyes flutter open again they're fixed to his, studying the way pleasure twitches at his mouth, lids at half mast.
crown tips in order to grab at his fuller lip, suck it gently between the plush of her own brims before giving him a taste of teeth, sharp and sweet in the bite that's left behind, and once more that competitive glint arises. ) More.
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Si, papi— ( breathless- there's some part of her, dazed and distant that processes his words, eventually finds a means of putting thought to tongue and tongue to words when it can barely wrap itself around a breath that isn't ragged, too caught up in how good it felt—the way he stretches her out, how fluently he grinds his hips to hers to ensure he hits right to that sensitive spot at her limits, giving in to something she's needed for far too long.
one hand's raveled itself agains his forearm just beside her, some means to ground herself, a thin layer of sweat like dew left sheen across her temples, and when wide eyes flutter open again they're fixed to his, studying the way pleasure twitches at his mouth, lids at half mast.
crown tips in order to grab at his fuller lip, suck it gently between the plush of her own brims before giving him a taste of teeth, sharp and sweet in the bite that's left behind, and once more that competitive glint arises. ) More.