[The hand going through her long hair stops and comes back to the back of her neck. He likes her there, against his pulse, as if he wasn’t delivering one of the most fragile places a half-human body possesses. She squeezes around him and rotund heat of her makes his hips tense, and he stops in his tracks before the urge to piston into her again overwhelms him.
He chuckles, open grin at the challenge. He wants to last a little longer - maybe see her come this time - and he’s doing his best to reach that goal, but he doesn’t mind the danger and he feels that neither does Vanessa. He holds onto the idea that they’ll have other opportunities to indulge, explore what makes them tick. The hand on her thigh slides to her hip and squeezes in return, getting a better grasp of the rhythm she’s setting, moving his hips minutely along.]
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He chuckles, open grin at the challenge. He wants to last a little longer - maybe see her come this time - and he’s doing his best to reach that goal, but he doesn’t mind the danger and he feels that neither does Vanessa. He holds onto the idea that they’ll have other opportunities to indulge, explore what makes them tick. The hand on her thigh slides to her hip and squeezes in return, getting a better grasp of the rhythm she’s setting, moving his hips minutely along.]