*wasn't waiting for encouragement, precisely, not when the blood is roaring hot in his veins and every muscle trembles with the urge to buck mindlessly into you (his self-control is utterly spent on this moment of sweet, maddening stillness)*
*covers your mouth with his and gives in with a soundless moan, thrusting deep, his weight concentrated at the crook of his elbows and the slick join of their flesh* *fights for rhythm, for a steady climb, but the simple truth is that he is drowning in your scent (the air clogged with sweat and salt and sweet shampoo) and every part of him wants to climb inside every part of you (yours forever)*
*fastens his lips to your neck and drives into you with renewed determination, one hand wandering down your body, up your thigh, clutching your leg to his hip with the fervor* *gasps against your damp skin (Káni, oh, oh god, beautiful girl, please be mine too?)*