[ Every moment pleasure builds within him, yet it's not an altogether good thing. Mostly, yes, but he can also feel control slipping from him, and it's nearly palpable how scared he is of what might happen if he goes past a certain point. Yet his body works of its own accord for that moment, his hands on her waist and hip, barely needing to guide her down with each thrust but doing so anyway. Filling her up every time, burying himself in her warmth, wishing and wanting and hoping for nothing more than this pleasure and a release that won't escalate anywhere beyond that. ]
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