[ he isn't incapable of providing a more definite roughness, and he knows it would take nothing at all to spin their bodies in an instant, that he can flip her down to the mattress and urge his weight down between her legs, grip her wrists and give her everything he has. but he doesn't, because he can feel her reluctance to sacrifice her position, and he equally wants her to know that he doesn't need the power, that he can admire her just like this.
but there's a shared control in this, in sitting up with her upon his lap, with the shifting motion of their hips that begin to match in pace, learning one another, bodies fitting together just right. and when she chases his mouth, her breath hot upon his lips, he knows they've found precisely what they need — mutual trust, mutual control.
as she feels out her fingers against her, he clutches tight to her in turn, calloused palm kneading up and down the length of her naked spine, fingers massaging up along her nape, curling into her hair whenever he seeks out stolen kisses, fleeting but passionate all the same as their lips break for every gasp, every moan.
he rounds his hips against her, harder in his motions when she moves her own faster, heels digging to better support his own thrusts. when she begins to tremble against his body, he wraps an arm supportively around her, his nose pressing into her cheek. he can feel the shake in her and he holds her through it, his other fingers caressing light to her jaw as he leans his forehead back against hers. ]
I got you. [ he whispers soft, not rushing her through it, even as he catches his breath, his body hot all over. ]
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but there's a shared control in this, in sitting up with her upon his lap, with the shifting motion of their hips that begin to match in pace, learning one another, bodies fitting together just right. and when she chases his mouth, her breath hot upon his lips, he knows they've found precisely what they need — mutual trust, mutual control.
as she feels out her fingers against her, he clutches tight to her in turn, calloused palm kneading up and down the length of her naked spine, fingers massaging up along her nape, curling into her hair whenever he seeks out stolen kisses, fleeting but passionate all the same as their lips break for every gasp, every moan.
he rounds his hips against her, harder in his motions when she moves her own faster, heels digging to better support his own thrusts. when she begins to tremble against his body, he wraps an arm supportively around her, his nose pressing into her cheek. he can feel the shake in her and he holds her through it, his other fingers caressing light to her jaw as he leans his forehead back against hers. ]
I got you. [ he whispers soft, not rushing her through it, even as he catches his breath, his body hot all over. ]