So you can bend me over on the couch? Pull my hair? Make me scream until I'm hoarse?
[The words spill out past her lips and into his ears, part her airing her desires, the things she wants him to do to her the next time they find themselves alone, the things she misses so much and the other part letting him know she's no shrinking violet.
She fists her hands in his hair and the pulling is unintentional, just timed exactly as he slams inside her oh so right, pelvis rubbing against her clit.]
Fuck... do that again. Please, Jimmy, do that again.
Goddammit, yeah, I'd do all of that 'n more, fuck...
[It's not eloquent, but eloquence would probably be lost on the both of them anyway. All he knows is that he wants to do all of that to her, that hearing her say those words makes his blood pump faster through his body and makes the thrust of his hips even harder, following her instruction to do that again, wanting to make her lose it entirely.]
[She's looking to be screwed senseless, not a speech, and he's giving her exactly what she wants right now, everything she's ever wanted in the last five minutes and it's no surprise when her body starts spasming underneath him, her voice cracking on the plea of his name, coming so hard again that she's convinced she'll shatter into pieces right here in his bed. It's so good she can hardly stand it.]
[And thank god for that, because he knows he can't hold out for too long after she's tipped over that edge. Just the feeling of her underneath him, her body twitching and every single one of her muscles tensing, the way she says his name like that, like it's the only word in her mind, the way she's getting so much pleasure out of all of this, it's enough to get him dangerously close, too. His eyes squeeze shut, and before he knows it, he's coming, too, gripping a handful of the sheets, gasping out her name in complete and utter abandon.]
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[The words spill out past her lips and into his ears, part her airing her desires, the things she wants him to do to her the next time they find themselves alone, the things she misses so much and the other part letting him know she's no shrinking violet.
She fists her hands in his hair and the pulling is unintentional, just timed exactly as he slams inside her oh so right, pelvis rubbing against her clit.]
Fuck... do that again. Please, Jimmy, do that again.
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[It's not eloquent, but eloquence would probably be lost on the both of them anyway. All he knows is that he wants to do all of that to her, that hearing her say those words makes his blood pump faster through his body and makes the thrust of his hips even harder, following her instruction to do that again, wanting to make her lose it entirely.]
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