[ everything is moving too fast - his mouth over her skin, the kisses that set her body on fire from the inside out - and all too slow at the same time. The way she watches him sit back, the achingly deliberate way he takes himself in hand... it's too relaxed for her when all she knows is that there's more and her blood is heated.
that first press promises more and, when he leans forward again to brace himself, citra arches upward to silently demand another kiss, her hands going to his sides at his ribs to help hold him. to bring him close once more. whatever is next, they'll cross it together, like they've done before. she's ready for this, for him and she lifts her hips to open herself and allow him to slide his cock in.
she can feel it, the tip of him and, in that moment, all she wants is more. ]
[ A fine shudder goes through him as he pushes his cock inside of her, slow and steady, no need to overwhelm and hurt. Her cunt is wet and hot and tempting, but this is Citra. Some part of him refuses to be crude and rough with her, even in his current state.
He's getting what his body needs anyway, isn't he?
Her hands tugging on him make it hard to focus however, and when she arches up for another kiss he's helpless but to give her what she wants. His mouth seals over hers, muffling a deep and needful groan as he bottoms out inside of her.
He doesn't sit still there for very long at all before rocking his hips back and beginning to fuck her. It's that same steady, barely controlled thrust as before, but it only takes a few movements for him to speed up and demand more. ]
[ that first full push of his cock inside her has her groaning against his kiss, too, and she's glad that his mouth is covering hers because it's not the most lady-like sound. it's agonized in all the best ways because she cannot remember anything feeling so incredible and so unfulfilling at the same time. he's there, deep inside her, and her body craves more. more of him, more of this, more of everything.
it's not just the rain; everything they've every done, every touch, every glance... it's all brought them to this, as if she's always known -scythe or not - that she was going to have this with rowan damisch. if not consciously, her body knew it and surrounds him with a wet, pulling heat as he starts to fuck her. only then does she break their kiss and cry out again. ]
Rowan--
[ it's begging and needy and she doesn't even know what she wants from him now that he's given in to this much. her body echoes his movements naturally, the rhythm something that comes as if she's just known what to do. even awkwardly on the couch, she stretches and arches up into his thrusts, every feel of his cock drawing more sounds from her. ]
[ He gasps out her name like a prayer-- if he even knew what that sounds like. But it's awed and overwhelmed and grateful, in a way, utterly lost in pleasure and the moment. He repeats her name as he kisses his way hungrily down her neck, sucking kisses and the bare graze of teeth.
Rowan tries to keep a steady rhythm but cannot help himself. It builds, faster and harder in increments with every thrust. He does not kiss her lips again, wanting to hear her say his name again, wanting to make her gasp and moan and know that he's doing well by the sounds she makes. He's keen to find that perfect balance, that rhythm of exactly what she wants. ]
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that first press promises more and, when he leans forward again to brace himself, citra arches upward to silently demand another kiss, her hands going to his sides at his ribs to help hold him. to bring him close once more. whatever is next, they'll cross it together, like they've done before. she's ready for this, for him and she lifts her hips to open herself and allow him to slide his cock in.
she can feel it, the tip of him and, in that moment, all she wants is more. ]
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He's getting what his body needs anyway, isn't he?
Her hands tugging on him make it hard to focus however, and when she arches up for another kiss he's helpless but to give her what she wants. His mouth seals over hers, muffling a deep and needful groan as he bottoms out inside of her.
He doesn't sit still there for very long at all before rocking his hips back and beginning to fuck her. It's that same steady, barely controlled thrust as before, but it only takes a few movements for him to speed up and demand more. ]
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it's not just the rain; everything they've every done, every touch, every glance... it's all brought them to this, as if she's always known -scythe or not - that she was going to have this with rowan damisch. if not consciously, her body knew it and surrounds him with a wet, pulling heat as he starts to fuck her. only then does she break their kiss and cry out again. ]
Rowan--
[ it's begging and needy and she doesn't even know what she wants from him now that he's given in to this much. her body echoes his movements naturally, the rhythm something that comes as if she's just known what to do. even awkwardly on the couch, she stretches and arches up into his thrusts, every feel of his cock drawing more sounds from her. ]
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[ He gasps out her name like a prayer-- if he even knew what that sounds like. But it's awed and overwhelmed and grateful, in a way, utterly lost in pleasure and the moment. He repeats her name as he kisses his way hungrily down her neck, sucking kisses and the bare graze of teeth.
Rowan tries to keep a steady rhythm but cannot help himself. It builds, faster and harder in increments with every thrust. He does not kiss her lips again, wanting to hear her say his name again, wanting to make her gasp and moan and know that he's doing well by the sounds she makes. He's keen to find that perfect balance, that rhythm of exactly what she wants. ]