A hand moves to his face, fingers curling around his neck with her thumb on a pulse point under his right earlobe. Her lips drag across his bottom lip, leaving a moan on them as she continues to fuck him and force herself closer and closer to the edge until she was finally there.
Laura's body goes rigid and her mouth opens but nothing comes out. Her fingers press deeper into his skin and a moment later she slows to savour the feel of him still deep inside her and lets out a deep growl that switches to a throaty wail.
"Fuckkk," she grunts, dragging her teeth down the length of his jaw to his neck.
No additional effort is required. The feel of her mouth on his throat and the clench of her around him snaps the chain, and his grip jumps to her hips so he can keep her in place as he bucks the last dozen strokes he needs.
Where hers is silent, his climax comes with a sharp cry, and his fingers dig bruisingly into her flesh. Sweeney hangs there for a long moment before they start to loosen as he rides the aftershocks. A few seconds more, and one frees itself to catch her by the back of the head and meet her in a kiss of tired gratitude while twitches inside her.
The fact his release comes so soon after surprises her. She wasn't expecting it and not in a bad way. Quite the opposite really, despite the attention she paid him before mounting him. And while she continues to ride him slow and deliberately, milking him for everything he has in him, there's no doubt in her mind that she could spend all day, every day fucking him because god, does he make her feel good.
She settles more onto his chest, relishing in the final moments of her afterglow. When words are spoken, she's still a little breathless and a small laugh escapes and she opens her eyes to look at him.
"I'm not sure you knew this but you're a really great fuck."
God, the things she does to him. Even after, the diligence; both mercy and torture as she rocks against him. Sweeney's head falls back heavily, his body content. The rattle in his chest is a chuckle that's too tired to fully manifest, but his smile isn't subtle.
"I'll take the compliment, but I'm pretty sure you did the heavy liftin'," he teases, draping his arm around her and delicately moving her hair to allow some cool air against her skin.
"This time, yeah," she reasons. The both of them know he takes the lead most times and she's not complaining. It was nice to show him how much she appreciated him. Something she was used to doing for her sexual partners more often than not.
Laura gives him a smirk and lowers her head down, cheek pressing against his chest and gives herself a moment to come back to reality, which she very much doesn't want to do.
"Stay with me tonight?" she asks without looking up. It didn't even matter if they slept on the floor like they usually did.
"Course I will." Sweeney murmurs the words into her hair before kisses it. He doesn't want to be anywhere else. Big bed, big sky, and her pressed against him. His hand shifts so he can trace his fingertips along the back of her shirt-covered arm.
"Seems a pity ta have ya swimmin' in this thing all by yerself," he teases.
A few seconds later, and he squirms a touch, nestling a cigarette between his lips and digging for his lighter before executing the precarious lighting with one-handed grace. He sets the lighter on the nightstand and pulls a deep drag. Holding it, he offers her the cigarette.
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Laura's body goes rigid and her mouth opens but nothing comes out. Her fingers press deeper into his skin and a moment later she slows to savour the feel of him still deep inside her and lets out a deep growl that switches to a throaty wail.
"Fuckkk," she grunts, dragging her teeth down the length of his jaw to his neck.
Now it's his turn.
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Where hers is silent, his climax comes with a sharp cry, and his fingers dig bruisingly into her flesh. Sweeney hangs there for a long moment before they start to loosen as he rides the aftershocks. A few seconds more, and one frees itself to catch her by the back of the head and meet her in a kiss of tired gratitude while twitches inside her.
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She settles more onto his chest, relishing in the final moments of her afterglow. When words are spoken, she's still a little breathless and a small laugh escapes and she opens her eyes to look at him.
"I'm not sure you knew this but you're a really great fuck."
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"I'll take the compliment, but I'm pretty sure you did the heavy liftin'," he teases, draping his arm around her and delicately moving her hair to allow some cool air against her skin.
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Laura gives him a smirk and lowers her head down, cheek pressing against his chest and gives herself a moment to come back to reality, which she very much doesn't want to do.
"Stay with me tonight?" she asks without looking up. It didn't even matter if they slept on the floor like they usually did.
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"Seems a pity ta have ya swimmin' in this thing all by yerself," he teases.
A few seconds later, and he squirms a touch, nestling a cigarette between his lips and digging for his lighter before executing the precarious lighting with one-handed grace. He sets the lighter on the nightstand and pulls a deep drag. Holding it, he offers her the cigarette.