Re: 2nd Floor: Beds and Couches
When she lowered herself down onto his cock, Emerson closed his eyes for a moment, sucking in a deep breath. Then she began to move, eliciting a low groan of approval from the witch. He began to move his hips in rhythm with hers, matching her pace while still letting her lead. She was in control right then and there, and he wanted her to know it. He rested his hands on her hips, keeping the touch gentle as he fingertips ghosted across her skin. He opened his eyes, looking up at her to meet hers.
"Fuck, Allison..." he breathed, purposely using her name.