Re: Ernest/Abi
Good. Finally, the sort of reaction he wanted from her, and the delay of gratification made the reward all that much better. He loved how her body adapted to him, the movement of her muscles and the way she gradually relaxed into it. It felt fucking incredible, every time.
He had absolutely no intention of stopping, and he gave her a bit of a grin. He braced himself against the table with one hand, gradually picking up a rhythm with her, his breathing coming hard and ragged as he moved with her.
"Christ, you're so-" he gasped, not clarifying what she was exactly, but by the sound of his moan it had to be something good.