'Keep going', she says, and he nods, breathes, and picks up the pace. Just a little, at first, testing out her response versus his own needs, his mouth against the curve of her neck.
It takes a moment. To find a rhythm that pulls forth some satisfaction without immediately threatening to overwhelm. To feel it well, without immediately being drawn into a vortex of violence. Distantly he wonders if that is an effect of the pollen or a side effect of him. For a little while he's sort of drifting in it, not lost but not entirely present, his world narrowed down to the sound of her breathing, the taste of her skin, the sounds their bodies make when they meet.
It's good but it is not enough.
He has no real sense of how long they've been at this, caught between current and tide, before it dawns on him. "I need you to cum." Otherwise they may as well just stay in this bathroom forever, because he will not be able to finish.
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It takes a moment. To find a rhythm that pulls forth some satisfaction without immediately threatening to overwhelm. To feel it well, without immediately being drawn into a vortex of violence. Distantly he wonders if that is an effect of the pollen or a side effect of him. For a little while he's sort of drifting in it, not lost but not entirely present, his world narrowed down to the sound of her breathing, the taste of her skin, the sounds their bodies make when they meet.
It's good but it is not enough.
He has no real sense of how long they've been at this, caught between current and tide, before it dawns on him. "I need you to cum." Otherwise they may as well just stay in this bathroom forever, because he will not be able to finish.