[Perhaps her cadence is not a perfect one, but there's a great deal endearing about it all the same. Those odd strides where he feels her legs tighten where they press against his, catches sight of the tension in her belly, and it speaks all the more to her strength when she proves self-reliant in that endeavor rather than leaning on him. Fortunately so, because while Peggy has had at least a half-measure of pleasure to sate her, Rip has had nothing but his own company since last week's failed efforts. Her eagerness is not the spark for his own, but certainly serves as a potent fuel, and Rip digs his heels into the bed to better meet her driven thrusts. She lets out that first groan high overhead and Rip echoes, curses out his first true moan of the night, her determined and driven ride sparking sweet pleasure within them both.
Made all the better as Peggy voices her pleasure, seemingly without concern; Rip too had formative experiences shaped by a need for stealth. Moments and minutes stolen in the dark corners of the Time Academy, where cameras failed to reach and monitors could not see. Still, silence (or something close to it) had been a necessary safeguard; more than once a hand wound up clapped across a mouth, a reminder of their risk each time they came together, enjoyed each other in a manner forbidden to all of their station.
Now, as she pitches higher, Rip drinks in the luxury of Peggy's voice--so much the same as he savors the bounce of her breasts, the sound of her coming back down atop him, the bruises he can feel forming under her fingertips.
He might well not last; each time she draws him deep within wet heat, her walls tightening about his cock. Dry spells and delays do not lend themselves as favors towards drawing out this enjoyment, but more Peggy is simply far too good for Rip to resist, confident and sure, keen on having him as she would please, and carrying Rip with her to that apex of pleasure. A hand drops down her front, ungraceful in exchange for certainty of course. His earlier experience on his knees leaves him doubtful Peggy's had partners so wholly concerned with her pleasure--thus he wonders, suspects even, that she might not be used to having another's hand snake between bodies, press against heated flesh to find her clit. He needn't move his fingers much, he decides; rather, Rip provides that targeted focus for Peggy to grind against as she rides him, wanting to drive her over that edge first, selfishly desiring to feel her break around him.]
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Made all the better as Peggy voices her pleasure, seemingly without concern; Rip too had formative experiences shaped by a need for stealth. Moments and minutes stolen in the dark corners of the Time Academy, where cameras failed to reach and monitors could not see. Still, silence (or something close to it) had been a necessary safeguard; more than once a hand wound up clapped across a mouth, a reminder of their risk each time they came together, enjoyed each other in a manner forbidden to all of their station.
Now, as she pitches higher, Rip drinks in the luxury of Peggy's voice--so much the same as he savors the bounce of her breasts, the sound of her coming back down atop him, the bruises he can feel forming under her fingertips.
He might well not last; each time she draws him deep within wet heat, her walls tightening about his cock. Dry spells and delays do not lend themselves as favors towards drawing out this enjoyment, but more Peggy is simply far too good for Rip to resist, confident and sure, keen on having him as she would please, and carrying Rip with her to that apex of pleasure. A hand drops down her front, ungraceful in exchange for certainty of course. His earlier experience on his knees leaves him doubtful Peggy's had partners so wholly concerned with her pleasure--thus he wonders, suspects even, that she might not be used to having another's hand snake between bodies, press against heated flesh to find her clit. He needn't move his fingers much, he decides; rather, Rip provides that targeted focus for Peggy to grind against as she rides him, wanting to drive her over that edge first, selfishly desiring to feel her break around him.]