When she withdraws her fingers all Wolfwood can do to keep himself upright is half twist around, elbow and palm braced on the surface of the table to aid his wobbly legs. They're like jelly, damnably, and he feels empty, damn empty, like he's at a loss when she pulls away. He looks over one broad shoulder to watch her movements, cock twitching at the thought of that searing connection threading between them once more.
"Can't either, can't, can't, can't...I need you...to not miss this time, Thrace," he groans while he rocks back on his heels, fully facing the table now with his ass presented to her.
(like a holy chalice, but there's no blood of Christ to bare)
"Don't I always? It's you who has all the pressure on you. Don't disappoint." A hand curls around his own hip to take his cock in hand, pumping himself lazily.
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2/8/15 01:58 (UTC)"Can't either, can't, can't, can't...I need you...to not miss this time, Thrace," he groans while he rocks back on his heels, fully facing the table now with his ass presented to her.
(like a holy chalice, but there's no blood of Christ to bare)
"Don't I always? It's you who has all the pressure on you. Don't disappoint." A hand curls around his own hip to take his cock in hand, pumping himself lazily.