[this, like so many things, has a limit. mostly, there's a physical one; he's stretching that limit now, fighting against the tension in his own body, the steadily building desperation for release, to keep the pace slow and to stay in this for as long as possible.
it becomes harder to do that when her fingers move through his hair, sending a jolt that sparks the desperation anew; he meets her sigh with a gasp of his own, and there's a moment, still holding onto her, that his motion becomes clumsy, and he sinks into her even deeper before pulling back just a little.
thumb grazing over her cheek to draw her attention, he searches for her eyes with his, silently checking in, looking for his next cue.]
[ his movements gradually transition from deliberate and slow to messy and erratic, and she can feel the desperation for release in his movements, mirroring what she’s currently coping with. he sinks deeper inside her and she cries out, her leg hooking tighter around him and drawing him as close as she can get, unable to get enough.
but he pauses, pulling back and drawing her attention to him with a gentle graze at her cheek, a lock of her hair falling back with the touch. she meets his eyes and responds wordlessly, her breath coming in pants and a sharp gasp as she rocks her hips up, then does it again, indicating he can increase the pace. ]
Don’t - [ her breath and voice are stuttered, her body protesting the sudden stop in movement, and a sigh falls from her lips as her hips jerk up again ] - don’t hold back.
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it becomes harder to do that when her fingers move through his hair, sending a jolt that sparks the desperation anew; he meets her sigh with a gasp of his own, and there's a moment, still holding onto her, that his motion becomes clumsy, and he sinks into her even deeper before pulling back just a little.
thumb grazing over her cheek to draw her attention, he searches for her eyes with his, silently checking in, looking for his next cue.]
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but he pauses, pulling back and drawing her attention to him with a gentle graze at her cheek, a lock of her hair falling back with the touch. she meets his eyes and responds wordlessly, her breath coming in pants and a sharp gasp as she rocks her hips up, then does it again, indicating he can increase the pace. ]
Don’t - [ her breath and voice are stuttered, her body protesting the sudden stop in movement, and a sigh falls from her lips as her hips jerk up again ] - don’t hold back.