[M] The Birds are Still Singing

Heath morte dre Soul · 08-21-2010, 08:29 AM

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She moved as he did, in a perfect sync that was unlike any other her had known. He loved the way she fit around him, the way she sounded as he moved so slowly at first. They were small gasps, her voice only touching them lightly. But as his measure grew more intense and faster he could hear the closeness that she came to with each intake of air. Each stroke temped his control, the duel need to allow himself that carnal pleasure and the one that was focus on his mate’s waging war. But every inch of her told him that she was close and so he held to that control until she made it impossible for him. He felt the small hands press against him, his body willingly driving deeper just as they asked.

His eyes shut tight, mouth opened as breathed heavily. His nose fell into the fur on his neck and he made a single and final push before becoming frozen within her constricting form. He voice called out as he reached his climax, her arms holding him in place just as his manhood locked within her. The waves of pleasure riddled his form and he barely was able to support himself from falling on her completely. They were both still, silence filling the air, their breathing the only thing that could be heard. Her body relaxed before his did, and Heath took a deep need breath before feeling the tension leave him.

I love you too He spoke with a whisper, voice ragged at the edges and tired. His face leaned against her cheek, eyes still closed as he fought to recover. She moved against him, sending a resonating jolt through him, still unable to free himself his arm snaked beneath her and held her close as fatigue washed over him just as unaided as his climax had.

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