[ Hei's lips curl against the crook of her neck -- too sharp to be a real smile. It's cute how she thinks she's calling the shots. Her entire body seems to flutter in demand, grinding back, rocking those smooth little buttocks against him, over and over. Her voice thrums heavily in her throat with a frustrated despair. She is being well used, but her little clitoris isn't being touched by his cock, he knows. Not that he cares. He just wants this: the friction, the force of him grinding her against the table, her heat and her cries cutting that straining knot of anger inside him. ]
[ When she whips her hand down, he catches it before she can touch herself. Brings it back to the table, his arm outstretched to lay its grip across her wrist. Gnawing the vulnerable line of her neck, he draws more tightly against her, their bodies damp all over with sweat, whip-tense, his gaze alongside hers, so he can see her stymied excitement, her struggle. ]
[ With the other hand, he reaches down, between her thighs, teasing her clit with his fingers as he drives into her from behind -- each touch too light, too brief. Winding her higher, then leaving her quivering on the edge of the precipice, rocked by his increasingly ruthless thrusts that aren't just keeping her there but are, particle by slow particle of pleasure, drawing him inexorably towards his own fall. ]
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Date: 2015-03-30 03:41 am (UTC)[ When she whips her hand down, he catches it before she can touch herself. Brings it back to the table, his arm outstretched to lay its grip across her wrist. Gnawing the vulnerable line of her neck, he draws more tightly against her, their bodies damp all over with sweat, whip-tense, his gaze alongside hers, so he can see her stymied excitement, her struggle. ]
[ With the other hand, he reaches down, between her thighs, teasing her clit with his fingers as he drives into her from behind -- each touch too light, too brief. Winding her higher, then leaving her quivering on the edge of the precipice, rocked by his increasingly ruthless thrusts that aren't just keeping her there but are, particle by slow particle of pleasure, drawing him inexorably towards his own fall. ]