( breath holds itself at the back of her throat as plush tip sinks into her, stretching her apart inch by inch, walls responding in kind by hugging themselves around his width, mouth slowly— slowly falling into the gape of a silent vowel. it's the moment he gives that last, little push to leave him to her hilt that it's expelled, a crisp pant causing chest to tremble, every surface inch of her skin alive and humming with so palpable a want. )
G-od, cari. ( she's thankful for the clutch of steady hands to her hips, for something to keep a body that begs to write still to better feel every bit of vigor he fucks her with, and the withdraw is made all the sweeter by the way he punctuates that second thrust, dark hues rolling heavenward, nails leaving lithe, red swells along the plane of his back as they graze downward.
she's hungry for it, needs him, every ounce of energy renewed in full by how incredible it is, how full she feels. ) Yes.
[ Every move of her body is encouragement, and pushes Baby to move harder, faster, his very tenuous grasp on control slipping fast and far, and he buries his face in her neck again, hips snapping into hers now, his moves shorter but harder. His hands slip down along her legs a little, just touching as he licks at her skin, eyes closed tight.
He's talking now, or maybe he's singing, he's not entirely sure, humming nonsensical words and melodies, expressing out loud he music she's writing in his head, a symphony building the two of them, music of skin moving against skin, moans and groans and Spanish and English and the most beautiful person he's ever seen in his life, against him, under him, all over him, under his skin.
She feels so good, so incredibly tight and hot and he wants to never not be inside her. It's almost too much, and he moves his hands again, up along her sides, hands squeezing at her curves, wanting to memorize every inch of her, wanting to map her out in his mind, wanting to find out every single way he can make her moan. ]
( he doesn't leave room for any pleas to stumble across her tongue for more— harder, faster, anything —he's already taken her under, a mutual desperation moving their bodies of their own accord, impossibly in sync as hips begin to roll up in time with his own, despite his grasp. she knows he can feel, taste the wild thrum of her pulse against his tongue as he discovers her neck anew, lays affection to it that she barely registers given the swell of pressure every time he jars her upward, and she wants him aware of it.
wants him to witness exactly what he's doing to her.
single hand falls to the sheets beside her head where she finds clasp of soft cotton, tugging it toward her. it's all garnering for her attention: the quiet smacks of skin on skin every time his hips meld flush with hers once more, how their breaths trip in time with the rhythm, moans and whimpers left only to stutter to gasps. his name intermixes within, tilting head in order to drag brims across the rim of his ear. )
[ His hips stutter against hers when he hears his name on her lips, a spare second of clarity making him wish she knew his real one, wondering what Miles would sound like on her tongue right now. Every time her insides grip around his cock, he lets out another noise, his lungs on fire as he pants harshly against her skin.
A dream come true; an impossibility, a moment in time he is not sure he will ever live through again, so he keeps on cataloging everything about her, his mouth moving downwards to her breasts again, teeth tugging ever so lightly at her nipples, one after the other. He's bent over her body, every thrust bringing him closer to what he knows will he an explosive orgasm, the most potent of his entire life.
His nose traces the rune between her breasts, his lips dragging against it afterwards, trying to find out if the skin there is more sensitive than in other places. He angles his hips so that he can try to rub his cock against her clit every time he moves out, wanting her as close as he feels, overstimulated and a little wild. ]
( she hugs her thighs to each side of him, calves locked to keep herself anchored to that bed, moving nowhere but with him and providing just enough resistance to make every hit of his hips that much harder. she's clinging to the blade of his shoulder, crescent of nails leaving their mark; he doesn't relent, doesn't so much as pause in fucking her as he brings them both helplessly closer to that edge once more.
there's so much of her that wants to put it off, wants more of him, god she doesn't know how she'll get enough now that she's witnessed the extent to how he'd treat her, how that mouth of his can't help but to wander and find every way to make her shiver; teeth snaring at nipples provides a brief bite of pain to contrast those powerful tugs of pleasure threading through her midsection, gathering beneath her navel in a maddening heat.
chest arches to follow his mouth, breasts jostling to the rigor of his movements, not a single exhale escaping her that isn't laced with various octaves of moans, threads keeping her together beginning to snap one by one, whimpering around her words: ) Fuck me, Baby. God d-on't stop.
[ He doesn't want to stop, couldn't even if he did - he's far too gone, a groan rippling out of him as he keeps going, barely in control of his thrusts anymore. He feels a little animal, words completely escaping him, a being made of noises and energy.
This is it. This has to be it, the very best he can ever hope to feel. He is connected with her through everything, two people moving in sync like never before, making their own music, living and breathing and moving for each other. It's crazy and it's beautiful, and Baby moans, right into her skin, wanting to mark her with it.
She'll never be his; she's too much her own person to ever be, but in this moment it feels like she is, truly, a part of him entirely. He finds himself at the edge of a cliff, holding tight onto her, unwilling to let go as he rushes towards the precipice. And when he comes, it's expected and a surprise at the same time, his whole body seizing up as he finds his release, tipping his head back and letting out breathless gasps, thrusting into her one, two, three more times. ]
( she's too close not to break along with him, encouraged all the more by every groan, every low and wanton sound that's pulled from the cave of his chest and reverberates with nothing but need against her skin. it's all she can hear, the displaced pattering of his breath in the crook of her neck, how desperation catches at his tongue while he chases, chases, chases an end he so rightfully deserves with all he's given her.
and she wants to get him there just as much as she cries for her own release, the way his cock rubs agains the sensitive bundle of her clit with every stroke leaves that second orgasm budding beneath her abdomen, swirling lower and lower until the pressure and heat and urgency of it all is too much to keep raveled in. he comes and she can feel his hips stutter, ears finding that deafening ring as a white heat flushes across her entire figure right after that second purposeful thrust, walls contracting in a last mind-numbing throb before she's dwindled to a whimpering mess beneath him once more.
she's all breath and moans from there, body arching and quivering into him as she's taken through those maddening waves a second time, all the more exhaustively, every bit more potent than the first. for that suspended, seemingly infinite few moments in time, baby's all she knows— everything is him, pleasure electric and rich and slowly, only slowly beginning to fade. )
[ For a while, they just ride it out. Baby just holds Isabelle through it, himself trembling a little whenever another hit of endorphin rushes through his system, traveling all the way up his body, all the way to his throat, out in a moan. He presses his face into her neck, feeling his skin flush even harder now for some reason, as reality sets.
He has to move, after a while, just to get rid of the condom. He rolls off of Izzy slowly, laying kisses on her collarbones like a number of apologies. He throws the used condom in the wastebasket in a corner of his room, before he turns back to look at Izzy, once more absolutely dumbstruck by her. She's looking a little disheveled compared to her usual composure, but also glowing, still panting, limbs askew on his bed. On his bed. Where he just gave her two orgasms.
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G-od, cari. ( she's thankful for the clutch of steady hands to her hips, for something to keep a body that begs to write still to better feel every bit of vigor he fucks her with, and the withdraw is made all the sweeter by the way he punctuates that second thrust, dark hues rolling heavenward, nails leaving lithe, red swells along the plane of his back as they graze downward.
she's hungry for it, needs him, every ounce of energy renewed in full by how incredible it is, how full she feels. ) Yes.
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He's talking now, or maybe he's singing, he's not entirely sure, humming nonsensical words and melodies, expressing out loud he music she's writing in his head, a symphony building the two of them, music of skin moving against skin, moans and groans and Spanish and English and the most beautiful person he's ever seen in his life, against him, under him, all over him, under his skin.
She feels so good, so incredibly tight and hot and he wants to never not be inside her. It's almost too much, and he moves his hands again, up along her sides, hands squeezing at her curves, wanting to memorize every inch of her, wanting to map her out in his mind, wanting to find out every single way he can make her moan. ]
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wants him to witness exactly what he's doing to her.
single hand falls to the sheets beside her head where she finds clasp of soft cotton, tugging it toward her. it's all garnering for her attention: the quiet smacks of skin on skin every time his hips meld flush with hers once more, how their breaths trip in time with the rhythm, moans and whimpers left only to stutter to gasps. his name intermixes within, tilting head in order to drag brims across the rim of his ear. )
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A dream come true; an impossibility, a moment in time he is not sure he will ever live through again, so he keeps on cataloging everything about her, his mouth moving downwards to her breasts again, teeth tugging ever so lightly at her nipples, one after the other. He's bent over her body, every thrust bringing him closer to what he knows will he an explosive orgasm, the most potent of his entire life.
His nose traces the rune between her breasts, his lips dragging against it afterwards, trying to find out if the skin there is more sensitive than in other places. He angles his hips so that he can try to rub his cock against her clit every time he moves out, wanting her as close as he feels, overstimulated and a little wild. ]
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there's so much of her that wants to put it off, wants more of him, god she doesn't know how she'll get enough now that she's witnessed the extent to how he'd treat her, how that mouth of his can't help but to wander and find every way to make her shiver; teeth snaring at nipples provides a brief bite of pain to contrast those powerful tugs of pleasure threading through her midsection, gathering beneath her navel in a maddening heat.
chest arches to follow his mouth, breasts jostling to the rigor of his movements, not a single exhale escaping her that isn't laced with various octaves of moans, threads keeping her together beginning to snap one by one, whimpering around her words: ) Fuck me, Baby. God d-on't stop.
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This is it. This has to be it, the very best he can ever hope to feel. He is connected with her through everything, two people moving in sync like never before, making their own music, living and breathing and moving for each other. It's crazy and it's beautiful, and Baby moans, right into her skin, wanting to mark her with it.
She'll never be his; she's too much her own person to ever be, but in this moment it feels like she is, truly, a part of him entirely. He finds himself at the edge of a cliff, holding tight onto her, unwilling to let go as he rushes towards the precipice. And when he comes, it's expected and a surprise at the same time, his whole body seizing up as he finds his release, tipping his head back and letting out breathless gasps, thrusting into her one, two, three more times. ]
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and she wants to get him there just as much as she cries for her own release, the way his cock rubs agains the sensitive bundle of her clit with every stroke leaves that second orgasm budding beneath her abdomen, swirling lower and lower until the pressure and heat and urgency of it all is too much to keep raveled in. he comes and she can feel his hips stutter, ears finding that deafening ring as a white heat flushes across her entire figure right after that second purposeful thrust, walls contracting in a last mind-numbing throb before she's dwindled to a whimpering mess beneath him once more.
she's all breath and moans from there, body arching and quivering into him as she's taken through those maddening waves a second time, all the more exhaustively, every bit more potent than the first. for that suspended, seemingly infinite few moments in time, baby's all she knows— everything is him, pleasure electric and rich and slowly, only slowly beginning to fade. )
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He has to move, after a while, just to get rid of the condom. He rolls off of Izzy slowly, laying kisses on her collarbones like a number of apologies. He throws the used condom in the wastebasket in a corner of his room, before he turns back to look at Izzy, once more absolutely dumbstruck by her. She's looking a little disheveled compared to her usual composure, but also glowing, still panting, limbs askew on his bed. On his bed. Where he just gave her two orgasms.
Holy shit. ]
Wow.