[That yelp gives him pause for the briefest moment until he sees her biting her hand to stifle her pleasured cries, and that's all the incentive he needs to continue those harder thrusts. There's something thrilling about throwing caution to the wind like this and just letting his body's instincts take over. It's primal and maybe a bit animalistic and that's why he loves it.
And Elizabeth's body is welcoming it, slick and yielding and god it feels so good like this, the friction driving him to near-madness already even after such a short time.
Gradually he becomes aware that Elizabeth isn't the only one making noise-- that he's making little almost-growls with each thrust, sounds born from the sheer passion of the moment.]
September 26th - The Marathon
And Elizabeth's body is welcoming it, slick and yielding and god it feels so good like this, the friction driving him to near-madness already even after such a short time.
Gradually he becomes aware that Elizabeth isn't the only one making noise-- that he's making little almost-growls with each thrust, sounds born from the sheer passion of the moment.]