Sweeney can't tell if he's disappointed or relieved when she lets up; realistically, it's a bit of both. Especially when her kissing gives way to sitting up, then sitting on. When she slides down, a gasp gets tangled on the back of his tongue, and he trembles beneath her. She makes every nerve electric, and his hands jump to her hips, needing some sense of anchoring, in both savoring and anticipating.
The position just feels so much deeper, and it's hard not to thrust up, just to be able to pull her back down. But Sweeney manages to remain still (mostly), trying to let her stay in the driver's seat as long as he can bear. Even so, his fingers dig into her the flesh of her ass more than he means to. He knows he's supposed to be looking at the sky, but his gaze is trapped on her; her blouse still neatly buttoned, veiling the point where they meet, tauntingly.
Laura's eyes hold his, only blinking slowly because it's hard not to close them completely to take in how this position makes her feel. The depth she manages is purposeful and she can't help the way her insides lock every last inch of him, contracting with each tremble of her stomach. But her pace increases in speed, her hips rolling while she rubs herself gently every time she thrusts him in and out.
She can feel herself starting to build towards that perfectly sublime moment, but not yet, forcing herself to hold on a little longer. Instead, she moans softly, sucking in her bottom lip at the corner between her teeth as if pain will help. At least until that works against her, too.
The increasing pace has Sweeney feeling like he's stumbling forward, even while laying on his back. He's constantly trying to catch up as every muscle in her is pulling him along. There's no way to quiet the moans or winces as she claims him, but he does manage to shift his hands a little.
One slides a bit further back, as the other drifts forward, allowing him to feel like she's still steady on him (not that that was ever an actual risk) while urging his thumb over her clit. The pressure isn't cruel, but it's firm. He doesn't stroke her actively; Sweeney just makes sure it bounces in echo with each stroke she steals.
She could feel him moving and might have known what he was up to had she not been so pleasantly distracted by the pain that came with both taking him all in and her teeth burying into the soft flesh of her bottom lip. Even still, the first graze of the edge of his thumb against her already aching tender flesh has her whole body stiffen and the second results in a desperate gasp for more.
Laura rocks faster, chasing the feeling while her body wants to prematurely take what it wants. To writhe at how fucking good it feels to be with him. Every time is different. And yet, there is always something new that makes it feel like the first time.
His toes curl in his boots as he struggles to keep his focus and thumb in place. Fuck, she doesn't make it easy. Sweeney grits his teeth as she pushes her pace, but that only means his short breaths are accented with the occasional snarl. The attempts at remaining pressed to the bed are starting to fail, and his hips thrust up to meet her every few strokes.
Sweeney strains his chest, trying to get his mouth up to her skin; lips, neck, breasts; he's not that picky. He just wants to experience her with every sense he can manage.
Skin isn't something he will find with her still in her shirt, though it hangs loose and wandering hands will no doubt find their way to warm skin and very erect nipples. Lips are the easiest to access if only because kissing him is one of her favourite things to do that is encouraged when the entirety of the experience turns her hunger into greed.
Her commitment to fucking him senseless continues and her pace doesn't slow but she could feel herself starting to that familiar climb towards release and the thumb on her clit was only pushing her along faster.
Sweeney does his best to content himself with kissing her, but the closer she gets, the harder it is for him to focus, and at some point, he's mostly just grazing her lips as he pants against them. Fuck, he loves taking her, but being taken--claimed--and used to pleasure herself is like nothing else. He prays he can outlast her. The way she's working him, there's no guarantee.
Perhaps it's that wait that has him subconsciously picking up his attention against her clit, stroking her more properly in unison with each thrust.
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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The position just feels so much deeper, and it's hard not to thrust up, just to be able to pull her back down. But Sweeney manages to remain still (mostly), trying to let her stay in the driver's seat as long as he can bear. Even so, his fingers dig into her the flesh of her ass more than he means to. He knows he's supposed to be looking at the sky, but his gaze is trapped on her; her blouse still neatly buttoned, veiling the point where they meet, tauntingly.
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She can feel herself starting to build towards that perfectly sublime moment, but not yet, forcing herself to hold on a little longer. Instead, she moans softly, sucking in her bottom lip at the corner between her teeth as if pain will help. At least until that works against her, too.
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One slides a bit further back, as the other drifts forward, allowing him to feel like she's still steady on him (not that that was ever an actual risk) while urging his thumb over her clit. The pressure isn't cruel, but it's firm. He doesn't stroke her actively; Sweeney just makes sure it bounces in echo with each stroke she steals.
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Laura rocks faster, chasing the feeling while her body wants to prematurely take what it wants. To writhe at how fucking good it feels to be with him. Every time is different. And yet, there is always something new that makes it feel like the first time.
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Sweeney strains his chest, trying to get his mouth up to her skin; lips, neck, breasts; he's not that picky. He just wants to experience her with every sense he can manage.
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Her commitment to fucking him senseless continues and her pace doesn't slow but she could feel herself starting to that familiar climb towards release and the thumb on her clit was only pushing her along faster.
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Perhaps it's that wait that has him subconsciously picking up his attention against her clit, stroking her more properly in unison with each thrust.
Please please please please...
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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.