Sweeney manages a grunt, somehow both pressing back against Vasquez's thumb and then into hims again, grinding deeper. His eyes open, just barely, and there's a bead of sweat sliding down his temple, but he manages another smirk, shifting his hips so he pelvis is able to give Vasquez a little more friction against his clit.
"Want you to come first," he manages to say and it's the truth. Not out of some selfless sort of act, but because he loves that feeling, the way a woman's body will tighten around him rhythmically. Nothing else feels like that. Not fucking a man, not getting punched in the face, nothing is as satisfying as that feeling.
"For you it can just keep going," he continues, dropping his head, speaking against Vasquez's ear. "And going and fuckin' going."
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Date: 2017-12-12 03:28 pm (UTC)"Want you to come first," he manages to say and it's the truth. Not out of some selfless sort of act, but because he loves that feeling, the way a woman's body will tighten around him rhythmically. Nothing else feels like that. Not fucking a man, not getting punched in the face, nothing is as satisfying as that feeling.
"For you it can just keep going," he continues, dropping his head, speaking against Vasquez's ear. "And going and fuckin' going."