[ He bites into her collarbone when she comes, the feeling almost too much for him to bear his hands pressing her to him with more strength than strictly necessary. He groans, his mind spinning already.
He brushes some hair off of her face, gentler than the way they're moving against each other, just to look at her, features slack in pleasure. He commits the image to memory.
He barely hesitates then to flip them over, lifting Dorothy a few inches as he turns around, dropping her on top of her bed, his smile almost predatory when he hovers above her, wasting no time to guide himself into her, wet and still quivering. ]
[ for a moment, dorothy wonders whether his grip will leave bruises. she almost wants it to; the thought reckless and maybe a little unhealthy, but then, dorothy's often been both of those things and these days, she feels more out of control than anything else. she drags in a heavy breath and then another, eyes closed and sweat on her skin, tipping her head into his touch — and then she flips them over, hovering above her for just a moment before he's pushing into her, filling her entirely.
instinctively, her body clenches around him, aftershocks making the sensation more intense. dorothy doesn't scream, but her head tips back, breath punched from her lungs so that no sound comes out. her hands scramble over his shoulders, digging into the muscle there, pulling him closer as she winds her legs around his waist, taking him deeper, pulling him in.
[ He could easily leave bruises, if he wasn't the kind of guy for whom control was everything. He could dig his fingers in until she was marked up with the shape of them, until she ached with it. He could , he could - but he would never want to. For a soldier, a fighter like he is, he doesn't seek pain as punishment or vengeance or pleasure - violence is means to an end, and never his first choice.
No, he doesn't press into her hips hard enough to bruise. But he does thrust up into her hard, moving back slowly, like building it up, every roll forward of his hips snapping into hers, the bed moving forward with them, creaking under their bodies as she digs her heels into the small of his back, as he clenches his jaw, his face buried in the crook of her neck, sweat mingling over the both of them. ]
[ dorothy doesn't get off on pain, but she thinks she'd like the reminder, in the morning — but he pushes into her hard, with controlled intensity, and maybe she'll feel a different reminder in the morning. in the end, it doesn't matter: what matters is how his back curves, his face buried against her neck, how he moves above and inside her.
her breath is ragged, dragging in air in quick bursts. it feels like there isn't enough of it in the room, all heat and tension rising again until her field of vision and all her senses are filled by john. god, but she wants to see him lose some of that control. wants him to fuck into her with as much desperation as she feels, even now with one orgasm under her belt, when she should be sated. more sated, at least, than she is. ]
[ He is hardly as controlled as he tends to be under usual circumstances, grunting with every thrust and his muscles rippling under his skin when he pushes back, holding himself above Dorothy. His eyes travel all over her face, taking in the flush in her cheeks and the speed of her breathing, matching his own.
He picks up speed, letting the sensations take over some more, trusting himself to always maintain enough hold on himself not to hurt her. The air is filled with wet breaths and obscene noises, sounds that have grown almost foreign to John, and they catch on the back of his throat, hotter than it has any right to be, shooting electricity up along his spine, making him move faster, groan louder, carefully held together control fraying at the edges. ]
[ there's something intoxicating about seeing him lose control — not entirely, but even just the way it frays, the groans and snap of his hips, faster and desperate, demanding, it gets to dorothy in a way beyond the physical enjoyment of their bodies moving together, the pressure of his stomach against her clit every time he buries himself hilt deep inside her, the way he fills her out.
she thinks she's talking, inconsequential words, c'mon and god and john's name, but she's barely aware of it. it's just noise, sounds, ragged and needy, her head tipping back, baring her throat, his body hot above her, inside her, taking up all her senses.
she clenches around him while lifting her hips, rising up to meet him, and then she does it again and again, moaning with it. she's close again already, the tension at the base of her spine almost unbearable and not nearly enough. ]
[ His eyes fall closed as he leans in, forearm laid flat by the side of her head as he presses closer, hips rolling hard into hers, meeting her movements without missing a beat, sweat running down his spine, along his temple. He sucks a kiss into the delicate skin of her neck, his free hand moving to the small of her back, holding her hips up against him, the angle changing in the most delicious, tortuous way.
John fucks Dorothy slow and hard, pushing through the sticky air around them, past the sensation of breathing fire every time he inhales, his body sliding against hers with obscene noises and groans from both of them. John's growing louder, every time she squeezes her muscles around him, every time she shifts her hips, every time she claws at his skin like she's trying her very best to break through.
It would be too much, if it wasn't just what he's been craving for, for days. Since they took off together. ]
[ dorothy wants him to let go; she wants to see him lose it, watch him shake through it — but he outlasts her, fucking into her slowly, steadily, hard enough to push her up the bed again and again, hard enough that she has no defence, no ability to hold on to her own sanity to watch him lose his.
she clenches around him again, deliberately, and the next time is involuntary because she's coming again, back arching and legs holding him inside her, clamping around his body. somehow, this second orgasm manages to be more intense than the last. ]
John — [ just his name, barely recognisable as such. ]
[ His breath turn ragged as Dorothy clenches around him, so tight he stops moving for a second, before slamming back into her, harder even than before, his nerves giving up and in, skin on fire as he fucks into her in earnest, fucking her through her orgasm.
He keeps going, grunting loudly with every thrust now, his fingers tearing at the sheets around her head, pleasure pooling at the base of his spine, shooting fireworks up all along his back and to his brain. His rhythm turn erratic, as wild as the beat of his heart, and he leans in again, sucking kisses into the delicate skin of her neck, bruising.
If he wanted, he could last longer. If he wanted, he could rein himself in. But it's not what he wants, and it's pretty obvous that it isn't what Dorothy wants either, and so he doesn't. He lets go, thrust after thrust, harder than he usually would try to go, toeing a knife's edge before he lets go, choking on his breaths as he comes. ]
[ he keeps fucking her and dorothy doesn't manage to catch her breath, doesn't manage to stay or grow more quiet because every thrust drags another moan from her, prolonging her pleasure until it becomes close to too much, almost unbearable in a way that's utterly perfect, her fingers digging tight into his back.
she wanted to see him come, but she barely manages to keep her eyes open when he does, attention pulled from him by her own pleasure, the sensory overload he's provoking.
still, she catches his expression. feels him stilling inside her a split second before his cock jerks and he spills. ]
[ It takes him a while to come down, riding the rush of orgasm, buried deep inside Dorothy, mind spinning, breathing difficult. He shivers, moans, and pulls back only after a while, rolling over to his back next to Dorothy, the sheets sticking to his sweaty skin.
He stares at the ceiling, allowing himself some time for his breathing to return to normal. Without thought, he drops a hand to Dorothy's thigh, thumb moving back and forth over her skin after he pulls it a little closer, curving over his own legs. ]
[ she shivers a little, too, having swallowed a noise of protest when he's rolled onto his back, at the loss of contact. she's not the kind of girl who wants or needs cuddles after sex. she's not. she's the kind of girl who'd just as soon grab her clothes and get out.
except she's feeling too sated and warm to move right now and his hand on her thigh is heavy and really, she doesn't feel like dislodging it. she'll get up eventually. for now, she tips her head to the side until it hits john's upper arm. ]
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Date: 2018-01-23 11:03 am (UTC)He brushes some hair off of her face, gentler than the way they're moving against each other, just to look at her, features slack in pleasure. He commits the image to memory.
He barely hesitates then to flip them over, lifting Dorothy a few inches as he turns around, dropping her on top of her bed, his smile almost predatory when he hovers above her, wasting no time to guide himself into her, wet and still quivering. ]
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Date: 2018-01-27 11:27 am (UTC)instinctively, her body clenches around him, aftershocks making the sensation more intense. dorothy doesn't scream, but her head tips back, breath punched from her lungs so that no sound comes out. her hands scramble over his shoulders, digging into the muscle there, pulling him closer as she winds her legs around his waist, taking him deeper, pulling him in.
fuck, but he feels good. ]
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Date: 2018-01-29 02:39 pm (UTC)No, he doesn't press into her hips hard enough to bruise. But he does thrust up into her hard, moving back slowly, like building it up, every roll forward of his hips snapping into hers, the bed moving forward with them, creaking under their bodies as she digs her heels into the small of his back, as he clenches his jaw, his face buried in the crook of her neck, sweat mingling over the both of them. ]
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Date: 2018-01-29 08:45 pm (UTC)her breath is ragged, dragging in air in quick bursts. it feels like there isn't enough of it in the room, all heat and tension rising again until her field of vision and all her senses are filled by john. god, but she wants to see him lose some of that control. wants him to fuck into her with as much desperation as she feels, even now with one orgasm under her belt, when she should be sated. more sated, at least, than she is. ]
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Date: 2018-01-31 09:17 am (UTC)He picks up speed, letting the sensations take over some more, trusting himself to always maintain enough hold on himself not to hurt her. The air is filled with wet breaths and obscene noises, sounds that have grown almost foreign to John, and they catch on the back of his throat, hotter than it has any right to be, shooting electricity up along his spine, making him move faster, groan louder, carefully held together control fraying at the edges. ]
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Date: 2018-02-01 07:53 pm (UTC)she thinks she's talking, inconsequential words, c'mon and god and john's name, but she's barely aware of it. it's just noise, sounds, ragged and needy, her head tipping back, baring her throat, his body hot above her, inside her, taking up all her senses.
she clenches around him while lifting her hips, rising up to meet him, and then she does it again and again, moaning with it. she's close again already, the tension at the base of her spine almost unbearable and not nearly enough. ]
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Date: 2018-02-05 10:37 am (UTC)John fucks Dorothy slow and hard, pushing through the sticky air around them, past the sensation of breathing fire every time he inhales, his body sliding against hers with obscene noises and groans from both of them. John's growing louder, every time she squeezes her muscles around him, every time she shifts her hips, every time she claws at his skin like she's trying her very best to break through.
It would be too much, if it wasn't just what he's been craving for, for days. Since they took off together. ]
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Date: 2018-02-10 02:55 pm (UTC)she clenches around him again, deliberately, and the next time is involuntary because she's coming again, back arching and legs holding him inside her, clamping around his body. somehow, this second orgasm manages to be more intense than the last. ]
John — [ just his name, barely recognisable as such. ]
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Date: 2018-02-12 02:39 pm (UTC)He keeps going, grunting loudly with every thrust now, his fingers tearing at the sheets around her head, pleasure pooling at the base of his spine, shooting fireworks up all along his back and to his brain. His rhythm turn erratic, as wild as the beat of his heart, and he leans in again, sucking kisses into the delicate skin of her neck, bruising.
If he wanted, he could last longer. If he wanted, he could rein himself in. But it's not what he wants, and it's pretty obvous that it isn't what Dorothy wants either, and so he doesn't. He lets go, thrust after thrust, harder than he usually would try to go, toeing a knife's edge before he lets go, choking on his breaths as he comes. ]
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Date: 2018-02-12 08:22 pm (UTC)she wanted to see him come, but she barely manages to keep her eyes open when he does, attention pulled from him by her own pleasure, the sensory overload he's provoking.
still, she catches his expression. feels him stilling inside her a split second before his cock jerks and he spills. ]
Fuck.
[ that's hot. ]
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Date: 2018-02-14 09:49 am (UTC)He stares at the ceiling, allowing himself some time for his breathing to return to normal. Without thought, he drops a hand to Dorothy's thigh, thumb moving back and forth over her skin after he pulls it a little closer, curving over his own legs. ]
All right?
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Date: 2018-03-12 09:52 pm (UTC)[ she shivers a little, too, having swallowed a noise of protest when he's rolled onto his back, at the loss of contact. she's not the kind of girl who wants or needs cuddles after sex. she's not. she's the kind of girl who'd just as soon grab her clothes and get out.
except she's feeling too sated and warm to move right now and his hand on her thigh is heavy and really, she doesn't feel like dislodging it. she'll get up eventually. for now, she tips her head to the side until it hits john's upper arm. ]