( if her voice hadn't wavered when she said inside, marc's response would have been different. lottie's body is everything, from her tits to her ass to her legs, and he'd have said tits, but her voice catches, hitches, whines, and it's enough to have the thought catch, to halt, to be interrupted — abruptly — between consideration and utterance.
marc is difficult. contrary. dislikes agreeing inherently, but—.
this is different. it's an odd balance, the middle-ground between marc agreeing with and bucking obstinately against what he's told to do, but lottie has an advantage in that she's her. truthfully, he doesn't need to be insider her to come, just needs to know that she wants it, wants him, and he presses against her, presses into her even before she nudges him with his foot. his noise, his utterance, is guttural and underliberate. it escapes his throat and he barely notices, his everything fixed on lottie, on the feeling that seems to extend from head to toe.
(no, that's not quite true—. —throbbing and rush; intense and tight and warm—))
—Fuck, ( in spite of himself. strained. ) Lottie—.
[ Her jaw hangs slack and her fingers clench around his stupid, stuffy, shirt, when he makes his decision (like she gave him much a choice, cooing into his ear where she wanted him) and eases himself inside. They've done this so many times before, but it will always feel electric every time. She trembles, sounds a decibel shy of pitiful at how he stretches her β even if, arguably, she is so very wet he just slips right in, so easy, so eager β at how full and good she suddenly feels. Like she's ascended someplace that isn't quite the Mission, that isn't quite atop Marc's stiff desk. But still very much here with him, him sinking into her pussy to the hilt. She sees starsβ ]
Ohhh, [ He throbs inside her and she pulls him even closer. ] yyyyes.
[ It's drawn out, stretched and so very pleased it might as well be a purr. And it doesn't matter how strained he sounds, Lottie is still very intent on getting words out of him. Especially if it means knowing just how much she's got him in a chokehold, her creamy cunt clenching tight around him with each second he stays stationary. ]
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marc is difficult. contrary. dislikes agreeing inherently, but—.
this is different. it's an odd balance, the middle-ground between marc agreeing with and bucking obstinately against what he's told to do, but lottie has an advantage in that she's her. truthfully, he doesn't need to be insider her to come, just needs to know that she wants it, wants him, and he presses against her, presses into her even before she nudges him with his foot. his noise, his utterance, is guttural and underliberate. it escapes his throat and he barely notices, his everything fixed on lottie, on the feeling that seems to extend from head to toe.
(no, that's not quite true—.
—throbbing and rush; intense and tight and warm—))
—Fuck, ( in spite of himself. strained. ) Lottie—.
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Ohhh, [ He throbs inside her and she pulls him even closer. ] yyyyes.
[ It's drawn out, stretched and so very pleased it might as well be a purr. And it doesn't matter how strained he sounds, Lottie is still very intent on getting words out of him. Especially if it means knowing just how much she's got him in a chokehold, her creamy cunt clenching tight around him with each second he stays stationary. ]
Feels good, huh? You like it?