[ the snap of ichiro's hips and the rush of his body into hers pushes that cry out; roxy's head snaps back as she gasps for air, the hand twisted with his gripping tighter. you did this, he whispered, and roxy feels her thighs tremble at his hips. her own buck and rock because her body still doesn't know how to handle the overabundance of sensation — and a large part of her hopes it never will. she can feel ichiro against every inch of her inner walls as she moves, tensing for a moment before forcing herself to relax so she's open to him and each of his hard thrusts.
and yet even relaxed, her body is still just as tight as she was before, and every breath she tries to take in is shaken and weak. just as she is responsible for ichiro's status, he is responsible for her, from everything about the touch of his hand to the pressure of his dick inside of her. and roxy can only take it for a few moments before she squeezes his hand at her chest, head rolling back onto his shoulders. with every rock of her body, every shockwave that bounces through her, she tries to say his name. it comes out in gasps, pants, breathless and wanting and hungry and roxy presses her face against his cheek. her entire body is trembling and it's all because of him. she knows it's not going to take much longer before she tumbles over that cliff but the last thing she wants is to hit that peak too soon.
soon both her hands are grasping both of his, holding them up between her breasts and twisting their fingers together as though ichiro is her lifeline despite pushing her as close to that little death as he can. roxy has to keep his hand away from her clit otherwise, otherwise — god, otherwise... she won't be able to handle it. ]
H, Harder, [ she finally whispers, lips pressing to his skin in a quick kiss. ] Harder...!
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[ the snap of ichiro's hips and the rush of his body into hers pushes that cry out; roxy's head snaps back as she gasps for air, the hand twisted with his gripping tighter. you did this, he whispered, and roxy feels her thighs tremble at his hips. her own buck and rock because her body still doesn't know how to handle the overabundance of sensation — and a large part of her hopes it never will. she can feel ichiro against every inch of her inner walls as she moves, tensing for a moment before forcing herself to relax so she's open to him and each of his hard thrusts.
and yet even relaxed, her body is still just as tight as she was before, and every breath she tries to take in is shaken and weak. just as she is responsible for ichiro's status, he is responsible for her, from everything about the touch of his hand to the pressure of his dick inside of her. and roxy can only take it for a few moments before she squeezes his hand at her chest, head rolling back onto his shoulders. with every rock of her body, every shockwave that bounces through her, she tries to say his name. it comes out in gasps, pants, breathless and wanting and hungry and roxy presses her face against his cheek. her entire body is trembling and it's all because of him. she knows it's not going to take much longer before she tumbles over that cliff but the last thing she wants is to hit that peak too soon.
soon both her hands are grasping both of his, holding them up between her breasts and twisting their fingers together as though ichiro is her lifeline despite pushing her as close to that little death as he can. roxy has to keep his hand away from her clit otherwise, otherwise — god, otherwise... she won't be able to handle it. ]
H, Harder, [ she finally whispers, lips pressing to his skin in a quick kiss. ] Harder...!