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####If he had not entered her when he did, Princess surely would have had something to say about the grin, which she took in a teasing manner. There had been enough teasing, and she had not wanted it to stop, but she wanted the completeness more than anything. Her inexperienced body was made for such an amazing feeling, so responsive to his every movement and touch. Her name sounded perfect coming from his lips, and she never wanted him to stop saying it. She loved hearing the intensity of his breathing, and she loved the growls of pleasure, so similar in meaning to her own sharp, shallow breathing. Her heart rate fastened as he gripped her hip, pulling himself out of her and then pushing himself deeper, eliciting a loud moan from the girl. She could barely stand the pressure, so heavy that she found it difficult to breathe, even. It was so much more intense than their first time together, the air thick with their scents, rather than the haze of alcohol mixed with the smell of simply sex. This was different, much more emotional and it meant so much more to her.
####His speed increasing, Princess could feel the pressure building more, threatening to explode like a river from behind a dam. It had been too intense during foreplay, and she knew that their union was not going to be able to last long. The pace was more rapid, and all she could do was hold Haven tightly, as if she would tumble completely without his stability. “Haven,” she breathed again, “Oh, my god.” Another stroke, and then one more, and Princess felt herself falling dramatically over the edge, gentle spasms racking her body with the intensity of her release. It had been both expected and a complete surprise, so desperately desired and needed, and yet so amazingly intense that she had been taken slightly aback by the occurrence. Her nails still clung to her lover, though, as she fought an inner battle to find the ground once more.
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