Hesitating wasn't really on the table anymore. He luxuriated in Maria, in the glide of her hands, in the scent of her that was hers alone, the way she kissed with the same intensity she had if she were wielding her sword. When she lifted her hips, he angled his, dropped a hand between them to guide himself inside her with a handful of barely controlled thrusts, impatient and wanting to savor the sensation of filling her all the same.
He drew back only slightly once he was in to the hilt, cradling her head in his hands, touching his forehead to hers. Is she all right? the silent question.
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Date: 2015-05-29 03:29 am (UTC)He drew back only slightly once he was in to the hilt, cradling her head in his hands, touching his forehead to hers. Is she all right? the silent question.