[Likely, it feels longer than it is, more of a labor however sweet, because of what an effort he expends not relinquishing his hold on himself. He could, and he doesn't doubt that it would be sublime, a moment of explosive bliss to cloud his thoughts in a way that drugs or alcohol never could with their soggy prolonged stupor. Wouldn't it also be thoughtless, barbaric and inelegant, something of a faux pas?
He tries, holding back more than he wants to, his rutting thrusts gentle enough as to be almost careful. He likes the way she smells, revels in the way she feels as she slides against his cock's measured movements, and when he feels her clench around him like some satin-gloved and dextrous fist, he knows it can't be long.
He buries his face against her shoulder as his pace quickens and harshens in tempo. The inevitable emission feels like an indiscretion, something rude and disgraceful. More so because it's been so long, has massed in his loins and grown full and heavy.
When he does, he comes and comes into her tender warmth, clutching her hips with both hands, breath catching and cheeks burning against her soft neck as he spills and can't seem to stop until, panting, it relents and he feels suddenly soft and spent. He simply breathes atop her for a few moments, the last aching phantom twitches nestled and buried as he sighs.]
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He tries, holding back more than he wants to, his rutting thrusts gentle enough as to be almost careful. He likes the way she smells, revels in the way she feels as she slides against his cock's measured movements, and when he feels her clench around him like some satin-gloved and dextrous fist, he knows it can't be long.
He buries his face against her shoulder as his pace quickens and harshens in tempo. The inevitable emission feels like an indiscretion, something rude and disgraceful. More so because it's been so long, has massed in his loins and grown full and heavy.
When he does, he comes and comes into her tender warmth, clutching her hips with both hands, breath catching and cheeks burning against her soft neck as he spills and can't seem to stop until, panting, it relents and he feels suddenly soft and spent. He simply breathes atop her for a few moments, the last aching phantom twitches nestled and buried as he sighs.]