Kara slows down the speed of her hips, rolling them to drag out every noise from him, to spark against his walls around her. She groans at his tongue hot against her flushed skin, a hand twining in his hair again, pressing his face against her skin. She wants nothing more than for him to come undone, for her to look at him with all the intensity she feels with the friction inside her, for him to look at her and pry open, drag out every secret buried deep inside--buried inside like she’s buried inside him.
“T-told, told you…” she mutters against the top of his head, pressing her lips to it. “Told you it’d fit.”
A sigh pushes out from the very bottom of her soul; the buildup is slow but certainly building up indeed. She’s not sure how long she’ll last so her hips stutter in their rhythm to try and prolong it but she’s not sure how long she can hold out--
“I--I’m...are you close? Are you gettin’ there, Nicholas?”
Her voice catches, fingers dig into his thigh, and she pulls out to just the tip, circling just barely inside, head bowing with the effort it requires, sweating bullets down her skin.
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10/8/15 15:50 (UTC)“T-told, told you…” she mutters against the top of his head, pressing her lips to it. “Told you it’d fit.”
A sigh pushes out from the very bottom of her soul; the buildup is slow but certainly building up indeed. She’s not sure how long she’ll last so her hips stutter in their rhythm to try and prolong it but she’s not sure how long she can hold out--
“I--I’m...are you close? Are you gettin’ there, Nicholas?”
Her voice catches, fingers dig into his thigh, and she pulls out to just the tip, circling just barely inside, head bowing with the effort it requires, sweating bullets down her skin.