[he'll see her shiver, at the praise. she can't help it, so much, she just likes the sound of his voice low and hot, right up against her ear.
the trail of open-mouthed kisses along her throat have her tilting her head back, giving him access, letting him mark her however he wants. she'd missed this, missed the weight of him settled against her, the sharp and then dull pain of his teeth in her neck. without any hesitation, she opens up for him, deepening the kiss, tongue sliding against his, messy and breathless. pulling back means he sees her dazed and needy, almost chasing him to kiss him again but giving up as his cock drags slowly out of her.
and then he rocks into her hard enough to push her up the bed a little, and she very nearly growls out her approval. all she wants is more of that, and he meets her demands with ease, thrusting into her hard enough to leave bruises, from his hips and from his fingers. what she wants is to claw him back, and she knows she can't, the metal of his body unyielding, but. she thinks about it. her hands come up to his chest, fingernails scraping down the front lightly. dragging along the grooves in his sides, the cross over his chest, all the places he'd seemed to be most sensitive at when she'd explored earlier.
the pace has her arching up into him, spreading her legs to let him press deep, her breath harsh and unsteady. the first time, she'd tried as much as possible to stay quiet, not wanting to risk getting caught. but this time, she doesn't bother muffling herself - she's noisy. a particularly good angle has her letting out a harsh and breathy fuck, and then:]
You feel - gods, that feels -- [and she cuts herself off with a moan, her hand coming up to palm at her chest, eyes lidded, heated, as she looks up at him. there's a hint of challenge there, in her expression.]
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the trail of open-mouthed kisses along her throat have her tilting her head back, giving him access, letting him mark her however he wants. she'd missed this, missed the weight of him settled against her, the sharp and then dull pain of his teeth in her neck. without any hesitation, she opens up for him, deepening the kiss, tongue sliding against his, messy and breathless. pulling back means he sees her dazed and needy, almost chasing him to kiss him again but giving up as his cock drags slowly out of her.
and then he rocks into her hard enough to push her up the bed a little, and she very nearly growls out her approval. all she wants is more of that, and he meets her demands with ease, thrusting into her hard enough to leave bruises, from his hips and from his fingers. what she wants is to claw him back, and she knows she can't, the metal of his body unyielding, but. she thinks about it. her hands come up to his chest, fingernails scraping down the front lightly. dragging along the grooves in his sides, the cross over his chest, all the places he'd seemed to be most sensitive at when she'd explored earlier.
the pace has her arching up into him, spreading her legs to let him press deep, her breath harsh and unsteady. the first time, she'd tried as much as possible to stay quiet, not wanting to risk getting caught. but this time, she doesn't bother muffling herself - she's noisy. a particularly good angle has her letting out a harsh and breathy fuck, and then:]
You feel - gods, that feels -- [and she cuts herself off with a moan, her hand coming up to palm at her chest, eyes lidded, heated, as she looks up at him. there's a hint of challenge there, in her expression.]