( there's a savage kick of pride in his chest as her whole body trembles and quakes and she starts to comes apart around his hand, yanking his face back to hers for another bruising kiss. karen's words are strangled, and so he supplies the rest: )
C'mon, ( he says insistently against her mouth, half-commanding and half-goading, finishing her sentence and swallowing whatever her next words were going to be; he keeps moving as her thighs quaver and then tighten around him, with the curl of a toe, the muscles standing out in the flex of her leg as she digs a knee into his side. his hand's still at the crux between her legs, but as she clenches around him he starts to slow down; less the frenetic pace that had brought her there, now more languidly stroking at her still-sensitive clit instead as she starts to come down from it, as she tumbles over that cliff and he catches her to ease her back down to earth. he kisses her back, hard, pleased with himself for it as he feels the rapid patter of her heartbeat start to settle. all of it smooths out his guttering embarrassment, replaces it with that flickering fire of his confidence starting to come back to life, resurrected somewhere in the way she said his name, that helpless moaning cry. christ, she's beautiful.
he might be a gentleman, but that doesn't mean either of them have to be prim and proper. the next moment she finally breaks away for a breath and melts back onto the couch, he raises his hand to his mouth, sucks off the wetness coating his fingers, licking off the taste of her to clean himself up, all while never breaking her gaze.
and that, too, is a part of this byplay. him looking at her as she looks at him as he does it, it twines another sharp little skein of attraction low in his belly. )
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C'mon, ( he says insistently against her mouth, half-commanding and half-goading, finishing her sentence and swallowing whatever her next words were going to be; he keeps moving as her thighs quaver and then tighten around him, with the curl of a toe, the muscles standing out in the flex of her leg as she digs a knee into his side. his hand's still at the crux between her legs, but as she clenches around him he starts to slow down; less the frenetic pace that had brought her there, now more languidly stroking at her still-sensitive clit instead as she starts to come down from it, as she tumbles over that cliff and he catches her to ease her back down to earth. he kisses her back, hard, pleased with himself for it as he feels the rapid patter of her heartbeat start to settle. all of it smooths out his guttering embarrassment, replaces it with that flickering fire of his confidence starting to come back to life, resurrected somewhere in the way she said his name, that helpless moaning cry. christ, she's beautiful.
he might be a gentleman, but that doesn't mean either of them have to be prim and proper. the next moment she finally breaks away for a breath and melts back onto the couch, he raises his hand to his mouth, sucks off the wetness coating his fingers, licking off the taste of her to clean himself up, all while never breaking her gaze.
and that, too, is a part of this byplay. him looking at her as she looks at him as he does it, it twines another sharp little skein of attraction low in his belly. )
You alright?