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hollygolightlys (hollygolightlys) wrote in 20somethings,

When he kissed her, she tasted herself, and between that and the feeling of nearly-painful stretch when he filled her, she nearly fell over the edge again.

She took a deep breath though, and willed herself to wait, to feel that moment with him. She had no control over the way her body squeezed him so snugly and the looks on his face let know that he felt every minute movement and every surface of her.

"Gods, Alexander," she said between kisses as he got into a rhythm of thrusts, holding himself up with one hand, the other coming back to her already teased and sore and sensitive and so very needy nipples. When he brushed his fingertips across her breast, she keened, taking in a sharp breath and the moaning her exhale. Her back arched, pushing her pelvis against him harder and grinding him down on her hitting a new spot inside of her. "Oh gods, again, please," she begged, her voice nearly a whine despite its volume. He didn't stop his rhythm but did as she asked, making her legs shake with all the sensations coming from so many different directions.

She wrapped a leg around his backside, pulling his hips even closer, forcing him deeper into her, catching her breath at the fullness. "So good," she whimpered, and then, "so full," she praised, unable to stop herself. "Perfect cock," she let slip, too far gone to worry about sounding vulgar.

He gave her nipple a particularly sharp twist and she shouted, "Yes!" And then warned him she was close, so very close, please don't stop.