"Just need you," he mutters cheerfully, his words wavering slightly - she may recognize him as being a little 'punch-drunk' on arousal, his energy mixing with hers and bringing him an extraordinary amount of pleasure to this moment. "You're right here with me."
And he knows that she has hold of him, so he's allowing himself to 'let go' and simply enjoy it.
Every motion of hers, he meets with his own, and he eventually 'settles' enough to bring his hands up to her wrists, sliding his fingers over her forearms, guiding her hands to shift in his wings to right where he wants them - the places he groans loudest, the places that cause the brightest sparks in his chest.
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Date: 2024-04-10 02:39 am (UTC)And he knows that she has hold of him, so he's allowing himself to 'let go' and simply enjoy it.
Every motion of hers, he meets with his own, and he eventually 'settles' enough to bring his hands up to her wrists, sliding his fingers over her forearms, guiding her hands to shift in his wings to right where he wants them - the places he groans loudest, the places that cause the brightest sparks in his chest.