kingofbadlifechoices: (tongue down throat)
Robb Stark ([personal profile] kingofbadlifechoices) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet 2017-03-03 05:33 pm (UTC)

[Even though the largest part of his brain has migrated to his cock by now he realizes that they have never talked about this in the way they do now. A shuddering sigh escapes his mouth at the filthiness of it all.]

Me too. [It is all he can croak out while his hips start to move in a more insistent way, every nerve in his body focused on the need for that friction, for satisfaction.] This is just the beginning. [He does not entirely realizes that his body is doing the thinking for him, knowing exactly what to do, how to have her. It is as if he is running on instinct instead of common sense.]

Sweetling...I...I cannot wait any longer. [Because, gods she is so wet and with every movement, every breath, every word, she seems to grow more wet.] Raise your arse a little more. [He leans back again and places one of his hands between her shoulder blades, pressing her gently against the soft blankets of the bed. Two fingers of his other hand are inside of her, lingering, wanting to tell her that they will make place for something slightly bigger within a couple of minutes.]

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