[ She tightens her grip and Erik rankles, nostrils flared, teeth sawed out into a grimace. ] Johanna. [ Grated, anger for anger. Her head is lolling and his fingertips are going all pins and needles; the lean of his forehead after hers has taken an aggressive tilt, raking for leverage.
All the while he’s rubbing his thumb in firm around the around the roll of her clit, breaths shorter, the pain shooting back through the bones of his arm (and all associated impatience) made manageable by moaning, arching desperation.
His brain isn’t in charge of what stays where. He doesn’t even bristle much when she tells him to shut up, jaw dropped open and gritted shut, low burning fury powering back up into her.
They can argue about manners and respect when he isn’t mounting up under his skin, muscle knitting tight in his shoulders, getting ready to come. ]
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All the while he’s rubbing his thumb in firm around the around the roll of her clit, breaths shorter, the pain shooting back through the bones of his arm (and all associated impatience) made manageable by moaning, arching desperation.
His brain isn’t in charge of what stays where. He doesn’t even bristle much when she tells him to shut up, jaw dropped open and gritted shut, low burning fury powering back up into her.
They can argue about manners and respect when he isn’t mounting up under his skin, muscle knitting tight in his shoulders, getting ready to come. ]