His voice does it. It always does, really, and she doesn't make it too far past his command ("Come for me") before she's jerking against him again and shaking, settling against his lap because she just-. She can't. She can't force herself to move or bounce or do much of anything besides dig her nails into the skin of his back and cry his name. He'll get hell tomorrow, angry red welts still healing on the back of his neck but it's nothing his coworkers haven't seen before.
Her toe cramps but she doesn't feel it, not really, mouthing at the skin of his neck as she just comes...and comes and comes and there might actually be tears on his chest and shoulder but it's okay. It's okay. "I love you." She presses forward, working her hips as best she can when she gets the presence of mind. "I love you. Love you, love you so much fuck-...come in me. Come in me, Noah, please..."
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Date: 2013-02-15 05:01 am (UTC)Her toe cramps but she doesn't feel it, not really, mouthing at the skin of his neck as she just comes...and comes and comes and there might actually be tears on his chest and shoulder but it's okay. It's okay. "I love you." She presses forward, working her hips as best she can when she gets the presence of mind. "I love you. Love you, love you so much fuck-...come in me. Come in me, Noah, please..."