[ He could hear her heart, the way her breath was rushing in and out, the way her blood was pounding through her. He could even hear the way her muscles clenched, inside and out. But he also liked knowing that she was happy, that she was enjoying herself. That she wanted this, wanted more. That he could give it to her.
He presses in, squeezes her breasts in time, and once he feels himself full inside of her, he pauses to let her adjust, to peck a few kisses on her cheeks, her jaw. He can't say 'you're so beautiful' because she'll brush it off. He can't tell her 'you feel perfect' because she'll tell him her ass is bony. He can't tell her that her breasts feel so good in his hands, and he definitely can't tell her that he loves her.
So instead, he kisses her, nuzzles and nibbles and sucks at just the right spot, presses in where he knows she likes, and tells her all those things with his hands, his mouth, and all the rest. ]
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He presses in, squeezes her breasts in time, and once he feels himself full inside of her, he pauses to let her adjust, to peck a few kisses on her cheeks, her jaw. He can't say 'you're so beautiful' because she'll brush it off. He can't tell her 'you feel perfect' because she'll tell him her ass is bony. He can't tell her that her breasts feel so good in his hands, and he definitely can't tell her that he loves her.
So instead, he kisses her, nuzzles and nibbles and sucks at just the right spot, presses in where he knows she likes, and tells her all those things with his hands, his mouth, and all the rest. ]