[ Fighting it he may be but the heat is still dizzying, near enough to burning against the usual cool of Eula's skin, and it's almost a relief when it eases a little into a roiling, melted wash against her. His hips start moving and behind closed eyelids, her eyes roll back a little, a low moan on her lips as her own waist arches against his, as the leg coiled around his tries to tug him in closer to her on the inwards rhythm of his thrusts.
It's a bewildering realization that she will never have her fill of this, that no matter how much he gives her she'll want more of him, need more of him, not only like this but in any way he wishes to give himself to her. The feeling of it is strong, like nothing else she's ever experienced, and yet there's no doubt in her mind that she understands it, knows what it is telling her.
They've barely started and yet she feels like she won't make it much longer, the wait having frayed her senses until even the barest of touches seems like too much, until her desire has her weak in the knees. It's hard to think let alone hold herself back, but she tries nonetheless, trying to focus on kissing him and rocking her hips in rhythm with him instead of how good it feels, instead of the coil tightening in her stomach, instead of the warmth of his mouth on hers, instead ofโ
Mm, it's not working. ]
Don't judge me. [ It's a mumble into his mouth, a soft laugh on her lips despite herself. ] But I'm not going to last long if you keep up this pace...
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It's a bewildering realization that she will never have her fill of this, that no matter how much he gives her she'll want more of him, need more of him, not only like this but in any way he wishes to give himself to her. The feeling of it is strong, like nothing else she's ever experienced, and yet there's no doubt in her mind that she understands it, knows what it is telling her.
They've barely started and yet she feels like she won't make it much longer, the wait having frayed her senses until even the barest of touches seems like too much, until her desire has her weak in the knees. It's hard to think let alone hold herself back, but she tries nonetheless, trying to focus on kissing him and rocking her hips in rhythm with him instead of how good it feels, instead of the coil tightening in her stomach, instead of the warmth of his mouth on hers, instead ofโ
Mm, it's not working. ]
Don't judge me. [ It's a mumble into his mouth, a soft laugh on her lips despite herself. ] But I'm not going to last long if you keep up this pace...