[ Pleasure is quick to build up within when he lets it, when he stops worrying and thinking too much on what could happen, when, for once, he's not focusing on keeping complete control. And he can feel her closer too, tighter around him every time she moves, each of his thrusts met with a more rushed motion from her. Through gasps and moans he has half a mind to help along and push her closer to that edge, one of his hands sliding down her front so his thumb finds the sensitive nub on top of her slit. It's not an ideal position, really, but he still manages to touch her, the pad of his finger rubbing against her in circles while his hips keep bucking, filling her up each time with a short breathless moan from him. ]
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