He hisses a sound of pleasure when she touches him, instantly feeling that surge inside. He needs no enticing, no arousing from her hands. He is ready, more than ready. They've done this together, and it shouldn't feel as good as it does. But he wants her more than he did before. She even tastes and smells better to him now, her skin dried with traces of salty ocean water. He wants her on her back, to be inside her, but he lets her rub her hands against his cock a few times, enjoying her touch, feeling it all over his body. "That's good," he mutters at her, kissing his lips to her neck then pushes against her, using his weight to lead her down onto the middle of the bed.
She has her hands inside his underwear, but he quickly gets them off himself. He rolls onto his side for the time being, drawing his eyes over her body. "Mm, you stay," he says, rubbing his hands over her chest and breasts, soft skin supple and hot under his fingers. In emphasis, he presses his hand on her stomach, not wanting her to move, until he reaches across for the wallet on the nightstand. He has the condom unwrapped and on barely even fast enough despite his sharp focused movements. Normally he would want to kiss and touch and explore, but the urgency overtakes him. It's unlike anything he's felt in a long time. This want for somebody he can't control.
Because he needs to feel all of her. Right now. Stroking himself a few more times with one hand, the other teasing between her legs, he wonders if he should be worried about this, about them, whatever they're doing. He kicks away the thought though, covering her body once more with his own, laying between her legs, his face over hers. He watches her as he guides his cock into her, wanting to see it feel good to her too.
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He hisses a sound of pleasure when she touches him, instantly feeling that surge inside. He needs no enticing, no arousing from her hands. He is ready, more than ready. They've done this together, and it shouldn't feel as good as it does. But he wants her more than he did before. She even tastes and smells better to him now, her skin dried with traces of salty ocean water. He wants her on her back, to be inside her, but he lets her rub her hands against his cock a few times, enjoying her touch, feeling it all over his body. "That's good," he mutters at her, kissing his lips to her neck then pushes against her, using his weight to lead her down onto the middle of the bed.
She has her hands inside his underwear, but he quickly gets them off himself. He rolls onto his side for the time being, drawing his eyes over her body. "Mm, you stay," he says, rubbing his hands over her chest and breasts, soft skin supple and hot under his fingers. In emphasis, he presses his hand on her stomach, not wanting her to move, until he reaches across for the wallet on the nightstand. He has the condom unwrapped and on barely even fast enough despite his sharp focused movements. Normally he would want to kiss and touch and explore, but the urgency overtakes him. It's unlike anything he's felt in a long time. This want for somebody he can't control.
Because he needs to feel all of her. Right now. Stroking himself a few more times with one hand, the other teasing between her legs, he wonders if he should be worried about this, about them, whatever they're doing. He kicks away the thought though, covering her body once more with his own, laying between her legs, his face over hers. He watches her as he guides his cock into her, wanting to see it feel good to her too.