[ The want she has for him endures, increases, when he shudders beneath her, as if it takes every ounce of strength he possesses not to take her hard and fast; there will be time for that, as she's said. She prefers to think so rather than holding the assumption that this will be their last chance to explore one another.
But he starts to meet her in her movements, clutching at her hip beneath her dress, palm and fingers wide across her skin and driving her on to rock faster now, the pace at which she works herself on him reflected in the higher flush in her cheeks, her chest, the rougher sounds of her own breathing. It won't be long, really, and surely he can already feel those tremors starting underneath his hands, wordless signals of her impending climax. ]
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But he starts to meet her in her movements, clutching at her hip beneath her dress, palm and fingers wide across her skin and driving her on to rock faster now, the pace at which she works herself on him reflected in the higher flush in her cheeks, her chest, the rougher sounds of her own breathing. It won't be long, really, and surely he can already feel those tremors starting underneath his hands, wordless signals of her impending climax. ]