[Her continual cries are encouragement enough and listening to them, just focusing on her, only strengthens his earlier feelings. It's truly just the two of them in this moment bringing each other to new heights. Scott swears that he can feel every small change she makes around his dick and everything feels impossibly warm, she feels so, especially as her walls clench tight around him. Sweat runs down his face as he continues to almost roughly slam his cock inside, as if trying to reach something deep within her. Or maybe bury himself so deep he can't escape. Impossible thoughts, but Scott welcomes them anyway.
If he had any rhythm before, it's entirely gone as he finds himself falling over the edge.
As desperate as he is to watch her, Scott tosses his head back as a loud cry mixed with her name breaks from his throat, giving one last hard thrust as white hot pleasure overtakes him. A low, deep moan exhales from him as he starts filling the condom, with his lower half giving a few last shallow thrusts inside her, before he fully collapses against the bed and starts panting loudly in the open air.
Holy fuck.
Scott almost says it out loud, but the only thing that emerges from his throat is a pleasured groan. Give him a minute or two because his mind still feels like it's trying to catch up. Or maybe it's given up entirely, he wouldn't be surprised. One of his hands has fallen to his side, but he manages to keep his right hand loosely gripped on her curve still, mindlessly tracing random patterns across her skin.]
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If he had any rhythm before, it's entirely gone as he finds himself falling over the edge.
As desperate as he is to watch her, Scott tosses his head back as a loud cry mixed with her name breaks from his throat, giving one last hard thrust as white hot pleasure overtakes him. A low, deep moan exhales from him as he starts filling the condom, with his lower half giving a few last shallow thrusts inside her, before he fully collapses against the bed and starts panting loudly in the open air.
Holy fuck.
Scott almost says it out loud, but the only thing that emerges from his throat is a pleasured groan. Give him a minute or two because his mind still feels like it's trying to catch up. Or maybe it's given up entirely, he wouldn't be surprised. One of his hands has fallen to his side, but he manages to keep his right hand loosely gripped on her curve still, mindlessly tracing random patterns across her skin.]