[ he presses inward and dutch lets out a moan, something that's dragged from deep within her —it's relief and need wrapped into one, her body clenching around him as he pushes in, dragging him deeper until he's fully seated inside her.
and then he starts moving.
dutch's head falls back against the tree, back against the bark and hips pushing forward, meeting him with every thrust, matching his rhythm. one hand goes to his back, fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulder, the other finds his hand and drags it up to a bare breast, wanting, needing even more stimulation. ]
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and then he starts moving.
dutch's head falls back against the tree, back against the bark and hips pushing forward, meeting him with every thrust, matching his rhythm. one hand goes to his back, fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulder, the other finds his hand and drags it up to a bare breast, wanting, needing even more stimulation. ]