[ 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: 2018-02-05 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. ]