[ What he wants is harder and faster, keyed up by all her teasing, spurred on by that feedback, her voice, a forceful drive of his hips that pulls her away from the wall and slams her shoulders against it by turns, though there's always part of him listening, ready to stop at a sign that it's too much to give his physical strength free reign. But it feels so good to not hold back, to bring their bodies so hard together as he drives into the slick heat between her thighs.
He thrusts into her like he'll lose himself, like this is a battle in a war he's going to win, his fingers digging into her hips. Enough to damp his forehead with the sweat of effort, and lose the sound of flesh against flesh with his panting breath.
He bites her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough to bruise as he grinds her back against the wall one more time, pressinging tightly into her as he comes, his shoulders flexing with the surge of pleasure that rolls through him, breath stuttering out as it overwhelms him. ]
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He thrusts into her like he'll lose himself, like this is a battle in a war he's going to win, his fingers digging into her hips. Enough to damp his forehead with the sweat of effort, and lose the sound of flesh against flesh with his panting breath.
He bites her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, hard enough to bruise as he grinds her back against the wall one more time, pressinging tightly into her as he comes, his shoulders flexing with the surge of pleasure that rolls through him, breath stuttering out as it overwhelms him. ]