[nat always has this way about her, she's strong and wild and comforting, keeping him grounded when he'd usually be a bundle of nerves. she laughs and his lips quirk into a smile, appreciative, butterflies easing in his stomach to make room for more of that growing, gaping maw of heat that has him trying to stifle a moan at the sight of her. her words are sobering too, an echo to when they'd first tried to love each other.
this time, it doesn't feel forced or strange to him. there isn't any pressure for being right, because everything about now feels overwhelmingly right already. precome leaks from the tip and trails down his length, cock twitching when her teeth stake claim on his skin. he expects more pain than pleasure, but the noise that leaves him is a gasp around a groan, hand in her hair, hips rocking for what little friction her bare stomach gives him. he wants to keep her there, everything in his body screaming at him for her to mark him again.
nothing short of a whimper when she pulls away, blood a hot red smear on her lips like makeup. throat bobbing, new sensations broiling under his skin while he watches her beckon him to the forest floor with her. he's entranced, heart hammering in his chest, looking at her as he would someone holy. someone to be worshiped, loved, adored. there's nothing he can say that can describe how he feels when he looks at her.
primal instincts drive him forward. she hunted him, but this as much his duty as it is hers, maybe more. he has to touch her, be inside of her. almost desperate in how he finds himself on top of her so quickly, hands on either side of her head, pinning her between himself and the forest floor. panting, helpless, staring down at her, asking for permission even though she's already spread for him.]
Nat. Natalie, it hurts—
[pleading, one hand trails to cup her breast, and he's dipping his head to mouth along skin to taste her, smooth and warm, tongue laving over her nipple. does she know, can she feel it, too? the pain that churns his insides and makes him grind his cock over her clit, hoping that his needy, almost pathetic thrusts are enough to slip inside.]
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this time, it doesn't feel forced or strange to him. there isn't any pressure for being right, because everything about now feels overwhelmingly right already. precome leaks from the tip and trails down his length, cock twitching when her teeth stake claim on his skin. he expects more pain than pleasure, but the noise that leaves him is a gasp around a groan, hand in her hair, hips rocking for what little friction her bare stomach gives him. he wants to keep her there, everything in his body screaming at him for her to mark him again.
nothing short of a whimper when she pulls away, blood a hot red smear on her lips like makeup. throat bobbing, new sensations broiling under his skin while he watches her beckon him to the forest floor with her. he's entranced, heart hammering in his chest, looking at her as he would someone holy. someone to be worshiped, loved, adored. there's nothing he can say that can describe how he feels when he looks at her.
primal instincts drive him forward. she hunted him, but this as much his duty as it is hers, maybe more. he has to touch her, be inside of her. almost desperate in how he finds himself on top of her so quickly, hands on either side of her head, pinning her between himself and the forest floor. panting, helpless, staring down at her, asking for permission even though she's already spread for him.]
Nat. Natalie, it hurts—
[pleading, one hand trails to cup her breast, and he's dipping his head to mouth along skin to taste her, smooth and warm, tongue laving over her nipple. does she know, can she feel it, too? the pain that churns his insides and makes him grind his cock over her clit, hoping that his needy, almost pathetic thrusts are enough to slip inside.]