[ He can’t think of it ever being like this. Not this slow, deliberate, wonderful coupling. He doesn’t think he’s ever let anyone close enough to try it. But he isn’t thinking about it. Isn’t assessing it. He’s just don’t what feels right.
And Force, but she feels so right.
He loses all sense of time and space as he moves inside of her. Even as his muscles start to cramp he barely notices. The only thing that brings him out of his near tantric reverie is the hitch in her voice as she gets closer, is the way she’s riding him a little harder. He can feel it like the tide pulling sand out from under his feet, and then it crashes into him - the overwhelming waves of her pleasures synching tight around his cock. It was too much. It was far too much. With a low, grinding moan he came - his own orgasm almost painfully slow in its built as he gripped her hips and pulled her down hard, emptying himself deep inside of her. ]
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And Force, but she feels so right.
He loses all sense of time and space as he moves inside of her. Even as his muscles start to cramp he barely notices. The only thing that brings him out of his near tantric reverie is the hitch in her voice as she gets closer, is the way she’s riding him a little harder. He can feel it like the tide pulling sand out from under his feet, and then it crashes into him - the overwhelming waves of her pleasures synching tight around his cock. It was too much. It was far too much. With a low, grinding moan he came - his own orgasm almost painfully slow in its built as he gripped her hips and pulled her down hard, emptying himself deep inside of her. ]