[He's half hard again, actually. He can't help it, not with her moving the way she is and touching him and biting him; not when he's being allowed to kiss her and explore her body with his hands.
And then she's begging and moaning and pulling his hair and all he wants to do is help. His hands move away from her breasts, down to her hips to hold them steady as he starts to move with her, meeting her movements with his own so she doesn't have to work so hard to find the friction she's looking for. He kisses and nuzzles her neck, breathless and flushed himself but not so far gone that he can't stay steady and consistent in the way he's moving, trying to find what works best for her.]
Let go. [He murmurs, his voice soft and husky against her her.] I'll catch you.
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And then she's begging and moaning and pulling his hair and all he wants to do is help. His hands move away from her breasts, down to her hips to hold them steady as he starts to move with her, meeting her movements with his own so she doesn't have to work so hard to find the friction she's looking for. He kisses and nuzzles her neck, breathless and flushed himself but not so far gone that he can't stay steady and consistent in the way he's moving, trying to find what works best for her.]
Let go. [He murmurs, his voice soft and husky against her her.] I'll catch you.