His eyes half drift closed when she touches him, grasps him. His hand moving to caress her breast, lips along her throat as she sinks down onto him and lets out a soft, low moan, almost nothing more than a breath but for the distinct tone, sound. Gods. It may have been a bit too long for him, as well.
Not being in the best position to thrust, he instead lets his other hand slide down to her hips, her arse and guides her, sets an easy, yet not too slow pace for them both.
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Date: 2012-08-06 02:20 pm (UTC)From:Not being in the best position to thrust, he instead lets his other hand slide down to her hips, her arse and guides her, sets an easy, yet not too slow pace for them both.