With the two of them there's never any need for pretense. Only the desperation of two bodies seeking to briefly be one, to be close, to give in to the intensity of the pressure that builds between them as a product of their adoration.
As Salome falls back against the pillows, he gives a groan of success, putting all his energy into the rhythm of his hips slamming against hers. The old bed cries out beneath them while she squeezes tight and he simply speeds up for it, spurred by the way his name pours from her lips in a long, deliriously sexy whine of pleasure; it inspires him to catch her lips in a kiss and maul that mouth, heart beating like a drum while he gets closer and closer.
With a wicked grin, he snaps at her lips, growling, "At least I know that if some little rat your own age ever does get his hands on you, there's no being on heaven or earth who could possibly make you feel the way I do." He grins, clutching her trembling form to himself, mouth diving down against her throat, fingers tangling in her hair. Suddenly it hits him, about the time she tells him how she loves him, and he's already tumbling over the edge with an exhausted snarl of a groan while Salome demands he claim her. His arms tighten and her name falls from the jaw that unhinges against her throat, hips working once, twice, three times more in a few final, violent slams while he empties himself deep within her holy cunt.
After everything tonight, the headrush of pleasure hits him like an atomic bomb, and he lies upon her, around her, within her, his breath coming in desperate gasps and his body collapsed. He nuzzles against her, panting, still seeing fireworks in the front of his skull even once he comes down, his entire body slowly sliding against hers, legs tracing legs, heart to heart, mouth to mouth.
"I would never give you up for anything," he says between kisses, "I could never replace you with anyone. If you weren't a part of it, my life would be over. Pointless." His mouth presses to her ear and he exhales suddenly, mouth tracing down her jaw before her adds, "My poor little Rocky Balboa."
And he ducks his mouth against her shoulder, using her to muffle the lunatic sound of his over-exhausted giggling. Then, with a deep breath, he rolls onto his back and pulls her into his arms, tight against his chest, drawing the blanket up over her body. "Daddy still has things to do, he can't fall asleep just yet. But I'll stay here until you fall asleep, my darling, and I'll be here when you wake up. And anything you need when you do is yours, my princess, just wake me up and I'll fetch it."
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Date: 2013-01-11 04:49 pm (UTC)As Salome falls back against the pillows, he gives a groan of success, putting all his energy into the rhythm of his hips slamming against hers. The old bed cries out beneath them while she squeezes tight and he simply speeds up for it, spurred by the way his name pours from her lips in a long, deliriously sexy whine of pleasure; it inspires him to catch her lips in a kiss and maul that mouth, heart beating like a drum while he gets closer and closer.
With a wicked grin, he snaps at her lips, growling, "At least I know that if some little rat your own age ever does get his hands on you, there's no being on heaven or earth who could possibly make you feel the way I do." He grins, clutching her trembling form to himself, mouth diving down against her throat, fingers tangling in her hair. Suddenly it hits him, about the time she tells him how she loves him, and he's already tumbling over the edge with an exhausted snarl of a groan while Salome demands he claim her. His arms tighten and her name falls from the jaw that unhinges against her throat, hips working once, twice, three times more in a few final, violent slams while he empties himself deep within her holy cunt.
After everything tonight, the headrush of pleasure hits him like an atomic bomb, and he lies upon her, around her, within her, his breath coming in desperate gasps and his body collapsed. He nuzzles against her, panting, still seeing fireworks in the front of his skull even once he comes down, his entire body slowly sliding against hers, legs tracing legs, heart to heart, mouth to mouth.
"I would never give you up for anything," he says between kisses, "I could never replace you with anyone. If you weren't a part of it, my life would be over. Pointless." His mouth presses to her ear and he exhales suddenly, mouth tracing down her jaw before her adds, "My poor little Rocky Balboa."
And he ducks his mouth against her shoulder, using her to muffle the lunatic sound of his over-exhausted giggling. Then, with a deep breath, he rolls onto his back and pulls her into his arms, tight against his chest, drawing the blanket up over her body. "Daddy still has things to do, he can't fall asleep just yet. But I'll stay here until you fall asleep, my darling, and I'll be here when you wake up. And anything you need when you do is yours, my princess, just wake me up and I'll fetch it."